I AM A BIG THIEF

I am a big thief
And I live in Independent India
On the 64th independence day
I was beaten almost to death
By the police
Because I was hungry
And tried to steal
An apple from a fruit vendor’s

On the same day
I saw the photograph
Of an officer
In all the leading news papers
He was given the best administrator’s
Award by the GOVERNMENT
He takes bribes everyday openly
I am a big thief and sinner
He is a great officer and award winner

T AM A WHORE

The other day I was raided
And arrested
With my visitor
And sent to the prison
By the police
I am a whore
Today she was also raided
But she was interviewed live
By all the TV channels
She was a cine actress
She and I do the same thing
In the dark
She is getting popularized
I am being demoralized
I am a whore
She is an actress

WHO AM I?

I am alone
But this universe is mine
I may not have a home
In the entire world I can roam
Most times I feel lonely
Sometimes I think the Globe is my family
I may be poor
But my heart is very pure
I may be blind
But I am very kind
I never think of my pain
But I always wish for others’ gain
I can see with my mind’s eye
My thoughts soar into the sky
I always live in imagination
And anticipate people’s emancipation
I am neither a man
Nor a woman
I am a universal human
I don’t belong to any region
Humanity is my religion
I am a huge tree
I am very free
I am a wonderful bird
And fly all over the word
I am as swift as fishes
And cross all the oceans
I am a different animal
I do not live in a kernel
Or even in a tunnel
I am a poem, a song, an art----
Who am I?
Yours lovingly
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA

POETS ARE BLESSED

POETS ARE BLESSED

Poets are the most blessed
But their grievances are never redressed
They are creatures of great sensitivity
On the depressed and the oppressed they take pity

They can foresee
What even the sun can not see
Their heart is made of butter
Even the richest are no better

Poets may be emotional
And sometimes irrational
But their views are international
Their writings are sensational

Some poets may be addicted to wine
But their poetry shines better than sunshine
Like birds they have wings
Sweeter are their sayings

Poets have no death
They never leave this earth
They survive in the readers’ hearts
Poetry is one of the great arts

The society honours the rich elite
And neglects the poet and the patriot
I pay my tribute to the unidentified poet
And salutes the unknown patriot

Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA

A FAIRY'S SMILE

A FAIRY’S SMILE

Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm
And saw a fairy in her beautiful form
She was like a real dame
I followed her without any shame

I was bewitched by her teasing smile
And I set aside my reading file
I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while
And was fooled for her style

She led me to her unknown land
I caught her tender hand
We lay on the soft sand
I thought she was a pure miss
And longed for her hot kiss
Our love game was very grand

I thought As if I were in heaven
With her I spent days seven
The last day I had a bad dream
A demon shook my left arm

I was in hospital bed
The doctor was testing my blood
My heart trembled like a swift flood
I paid the penalty for my fraud
I became very sad
Because I got the punishment from God



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Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA

THE GOD OF HURDLES, VINAYAKA

THE GOD OF HURDLES
Lord Vinayaka is called the god of hurdles
Unless we worship him he creates problems
Today the Hindus perform puja to him with devotion
Other wise we have to face a lot of commotion

We wake up early in the morning
And purify our bodies with bathing
And wear new clothes and prepare delicious broths
On the wooden square frame we hang different fruits

Vinayaka is fond of dishes made of white floor
We offer the dishes to him with religious flavor
Vinayaka is called the leader of gods
Many stories are told about his glories

Vinayaka has a human body and an elephant’s head
He has a huge belly but a clever head
He is the son of Goddess Parvathi
We hope he blesses us with a lot of empathy

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Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA

THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING

THE BLESSINGS OF WALKING
Walking is the king of exercises
It suits different age groups
And is useful for both genders
Its results are unbelievable wonders

Walk for five kilometers a day
And keeps the doctor away
You need not run like a race
But can walk at your own pace

Walking relieves your hypertension
And keeps your heart in good condition
It is a must for a diabetic
And is possible for a paralytic

It improves your vitality
And enhances your longevity
You can walk preferably in the morning
Or at least in the evening

Walking removes your bad cholesterol
And saves the consumption of petrol
Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?
Why don’t you join in a walkers’ club

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Yours lovingly,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA