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Best Poems Written by Vignesh Iyer

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Rap

This is rap
                                    Beat and tap
                                  With some clap

                    Rapper can tell you feelings with flow
                      The poetry ought to be mind blow
                          Thing is you be Fast or slow
                          Don’t stop till the last blow
                       People will idolize you and bow
                          Alas you will rise and glow

         Blues rooted through work songs and African black slavery
             Old school will refresh your simple times and memory
          Freestyle brings out instant thoughts along with great story
               Rap battles are full of freestyle and heavy shivery
                  If there's a pause do not expect any chilvary.
                You have to control your nerves to stop misery
            For a rapper his beats, rhythm, flow and delivery
         Like a soldier’s courage loaded with strategy and artillery
           When Both have control on these can achieve victory

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I Owe To My Mother

I owe it all to my mother , 
who held me on chord light as feather
I owe it all to my mother , 
who nurtured me like a hoer

I owe it all to my mother 
who's kind ,polite and sober
I owe it all to my mother
Who is a teacher ,nurse and counselor

I owe it all to my mother
Who gifted me a wacky brother
I owe it all to my mother
to make us live together

I owe it all to my mother,
who stood with me all those nights I did suffer,
I owe it all to my mother,
who went through tough grueling weather,

I owe it all to my mother,
who is as powerful as victor
I owe it all to my mother,
If I searched globe, can't find another.

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Tales of Two Run Outs

There was a legend in the world of cricket,
For whom fans rushed to buy the tickets.
Who started  getting run out on 1st wicket 
And like a poem, got run-out as well in his last ODI wicket.

He had a long hair and dazzling charm,
Far and wide he was so suprisingly calm,
He proved world there’s more to life than being a ticket collector.
He turned his life around, an exmaple of perfect motivator.

He grabbed the open opportunity to be a leader,
His tactics make him seem like a mind reader,
Helping India win the inaugural T20 cup 
His presence alone lifted the team spirit up.

Removing all seniors was a risk indeed,
Could have costed India's position to recede.
But his guts were at level unmatched,
He used his bat like another arm attached.

Fastest runner between the wicket,
Quickest stumper to blow off wicket,
Calmest skipper who triumphed the English game,
With steel of nerves, brought glory to India's name.

He anchored our nation to lift ODI cup,
Couple years bought the Champions cup 
Refused to surrender to fate of being idle,
Worked hard to become youngster's IDOL.

No player can match his legacy,
Few can achieve his supremacy ,
Old Fogies envy him with jealousy,
Because what he got aint normalcy,

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Corona the Global Pandemic

Springing from the sprawling capital of Central china,
A fatal and vulnerable pandemic named Corona,
So toxic that it can't be even cured with Cinchona,
Clueless and Baffled is the condition of each persona,

People around the globe haven't seen a times so daunting.
An outbreak which is both vicious and haunting.
Bringing  our routine life  on halting. - 
Making the humans impatient and exhausting.

Locked up in our homes like confined beast,
Struggling for essential goods at the very least.
Binge watching TV soaps and Ott web series,
Reviving our golden childhood memories.

Going out of the homes seems like a war-crime,
Now is the time to follow protocol and get rid of this grime, 
Hoping for a blissful and cherry time,
Human awaits for a world beautiful and at its prime

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Poem On Disk

Yo ! ,  there’s  an old floppy disk
The tunes in it will make you frisk,
The only thing is you gotta be brisk,
To let the tunes let you have whisk ,

This disk is older than a jubilee,
Listening the tunes will be glee,
You will feel like u wanna flee,
Like a caged bird was set free,

The disk have memories everlasting,
In form of photos, videos all casting,
With moments that were so blasting,
Disk is not only about copy, pasting.

Disks are not only about storage,
It is too precious for a exchange,
If it corrupts it becomes garbage,
And you will face a huge damage.

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The 90's Generation

Those were the days when children went out to play,
May be with cricket ,football hockey or mud and clay,
Watching TV, reading comic books a whole long day,
Or Going to hill treks,picnics or a tour to the bay.

Licking the popsicle to chill out from soaring sun,
Kicking  the bicycle until we have a boring run,
Flicking the article which had some daring pun,
Nicking in the tropical and exploring its fun.

At calendar, wistfully staring,
Wishing for gods to start caring,
For us to get a break from daily struggle,
And pray that summer holidays be double

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Lust In the Best

The girl got on the imparing , noisy bus
Although She was tired and bit of wuss
Because of  her routinely work and circus
She was getting a rapid pulse

Her pulse got higher as she saw two creep,
Who by looks were looking pretty cheap,
Lurking on the girl like a scaring peep,
Trying to come closer as the bus had a leap,

The girl can’t express her awkwardness,
She  is felt trapped into a manly mess,
Can’t even shout load to make a fuss,
Nor can she get off the running bus,

She was trying to get out of this dismay,
Like a deer escape from becoming a prey,
The creeps were making ride hard way
The people around were pretty astray.

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A Memorable Friendship

This is an ode to the beautiful friendship.
which has been through all my hardship,
From my childhood till  the kingship
we've have run this crazy relationship

He had eaten my all lunchboxes
we never laid for the other any fake hoaxes,
Together we crushed skulk of foxes,
we both never mentioned coaxes,

Our bromance is even older than silver jubilee,  
Having memories both meaningful and pretty silly,
Went together to the highest peak, thunderous and chilly,
We both together are like a cart's wheelie. 

Hope this bonding stays till very end,
our next generation has same blend,
Let our friendship be considered as a mold,
An example , in others' heart to behold.

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Harry- the Orphaned Wizard

The boy's eyes were like his mother's,
His persona was as cool as his father's,
He was lucky enough to conquer the killing spell,
That daunting night that eventually was his personal hell.

Swathed by Hagrid, the "little tyke" was in a dreamless sleep,
Marked by the lightening scar, sealing the ancient magic in his blood.
To strengthen this love, he was handed over to loveless Dursleys,
Oh the irony, in order to survive he'd to live under those tyrants' mercy.

Ten years later, his wheels of fortune finally begin to turn,
When Hagrid came to deliver the letter of freedom he earned.
Excited was he the very first time is his life,
Unaware that he was about to start his greatest strife.

The school was the greatest Haven where he met his lifelong friends,
Who would aid him always, even at world's end.

Pleaing the speaking hat to say “ Griffendor”,
The house ,had greats like Dumbledore.
Gazing  his drooling eyes on the snitch,
He comes victorious in his first quidditch,

Riding on the flying car driven by Ron,
Harry starts his second year bang on,
Snooping around the secretive dungeon,
He slays  away the  venomous dragon,

Touching his hand on a magical portkey,
Harry enters a world full of mystery,
Amazed to see his name in goblet of fire,
He manage  to win bloody game of fire.

As the dark lord returns to the world, 
Harry is left shattered and puzzled,
He creates an army to fight the Dark lord,
Losing “Serious” make  him dull & baffled

Wizards ,witches and muggles alike dying,
They have to be more careful and slying,
As the “ Voldemort” widens his dark magic
Dumbledore perishes mournfull & tragic.

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Football - the Universal Game

This is Football,
                                        Rise Lay Fall,
                                        Just have ball,
                                      
                      The game is more about the fitness,
                         Which is not one  easy business,
              Along with coordination, strength and stiffness,
               You need willpower, patience and swiftness,
                     Drilling the ball with complete calmness,
                   Hoofing the ball shows you  are fearless,

           Chip shooting the ball over the opponent player head,
         Dirty shoes clits , clothes drenched in sweat & Blood shed
               This game can be played in sun, rain wearing tread,
             Thrilling ,amazing is the bracing  goal from the head,
              The forward are like  the hunters with a spearhead,
                  Middles are souls of the game who are dispread,
                 If the goalie misses the ball the  team is dead,
               Teams give’s best shot  for chances thin as thread,
          This game is very popular, enriching, fanatical and widespread.