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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poem
Ding ,ding and ding The bell rang continuously.
The cotton candy man made the sound. Which made me to lure habitually
Grandma Grandma
She was the treasurer of the home permanently I asked her to give a quarter anna. To buy a cotton candy purposefully
She refused adamantly. I went into her room silently
And searched her shrink bag Stole a quarter anna coin quietly.
Bought a cotton candy joyfully. Tasted it in the backyard gladly Returned to home like a thief Grandma stood near the door angrily.
She looked me penetratingly
Her eagle eyes frightened me seriously A red particle sticked on my lip I was caught red handed notoriously
She came near to me. And beat on my back mercilessly. I never forgot the incident Learned a lesson from her personally.
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One stormy night I heard a low meow sound. I searched the location of it around Sooner I identified the ground.
It was a cattle drinking water tub of round
I looked into the large water tub deeply. And I found a small black cat creepy. It struggled for its life completely I helped it to come out from the icy tub easily.
It made a purr sound loudly Branded me by its paw claws badly. And rushed into my house rashly Meandered here and there madly
It hid under a sofa silently I put a cup of milk before it cleverly. Gradually it came and drank the milk gallantly
Once again it went under the sofa quickly.
It made meows to seek my attention frequently
I was not sure why I loved the visible soul. It licked my face and wagged it's tail gleefully. Soon I became an ailurophilia easily.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poem
This is the luckiest fountain pen That tongue makes me to pass the exam. This is the valuable double degree That coney catcher provides me to get a nice job. This is the famous multinational company. That ladder pays me a good pay. This is the valuable income. That lifeline drives me to run the family. This is the faithful family
That tree produces me more pleasure This is the lovely house That castle is built by my family's support.
Likewise ,this is the fantastic home
That class room teaches living together.
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A school is designed
a) to safeguard our fundamental rights.
b) to provide teaching and learning process.
c) to advise people about the law.
d) to remember a person or an event.
An auditorium is
a) a law making body in a country
b) a place where Christians worship.
c) to enable an audience to hear and watch performances
d)built to remember a person or an event
A counselor is. a)who helps the poor and needy. b)gives advice to people who have personal problems c)developed a set of ideas and beliefs about the life. d) where scientific research is carried out
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poem
Comrades, do you believe in heaven or hell surely? For this question, people like me, answer yes politely
I strongly believe in life after death mythologically Those who lived honorable on the earth naturally
After death,a good soul will fly to heaven successfully
The Soul is everywhere and in everything ,invisibly.
A good soul is welcomed by the angels actually
Which waits for him or her at the gate of heaven visibly
Heaven is a gift or award given people cordially. Who does good deeds on the earth as a human definitely Dishonorable person will go to hell truly.
Who is received by demons or evils eagerly
which wait for him or her at hell's entrance unwillingly. Punishment is given to the people coporally Who does wrong deeds on earth inhumanly
Do good while existing on the earth loyally
Don't bother about the heaven or hell merely
A good deed is advocated by all the religions strictly No one is ready to support the wrong deeds silly Understand the moral of the mortal journey promptly.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poem
Once upon a time ,a farmer lived in a remote village
He had two sons and they were worked with his father. His wife wanted to see the two son's marriage. She was affected by a dangerous disease of killer.
The marriages were arranged for their sons immediately. Their mother died after the son's marriage suddenly. The Farmer was old and he gave the fields to his sons evenly. His daughters in law served him very reluctantly
He told the abuse of his daughters-in-law to his sons. But his sons heard only the words of their new wives The farmer wanted to teach a lesson for them once.
He thought that the ill use was not be continued to his sons lives
He went to the field and collected the castor seeds
And put them in a tin and covered it by clothes. When his daughters in law passed his bed seats
He jolted the tin and it made the sound of coins. The daughters in law thought that the father in-law had more currency. They competed each other and looked after him good.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poem
There is an. Art in Heart Skill in skillful. Craft in Handcraft
Gift in Giftware
Talent in Talented and an
If in knife
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Hell and skull are twins We think of them after death. They shouldn't be empty.
Oh! no brain, no skull. Hell is, where the devil lives Hell and skull are sins
Symbols of omen Go to hell with a good one Reserve for heaven
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Alas ,the entire farm is swallowed by the bird flu
Only one chick is escaped from the eyes of influenza virus The poor chick is taken asylum with me true
Daisy is the good name given for her by us.
She is accompanied by me all day and night. Every place is occupied by her pleasantly Sometimes she walks on the dinning table quite. I can't abscond from her keen eyes apparently
She is sharing even my small bedroom really Her low clucking sound is attracted by me lovely. She jumps on the steel cot quickly. And she sits near my face in the blanket humbly
She clusters slightly on my forehead funny To indicate the early morning surely. She likes to eat our family food for hungry. Her life is unseparable with me fully.
Days are rolled and she has grown well evenly She is abnormal in size and weight openly. One Sunny morning she has gone suddenly Her memories are still in my mind hopefully
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Guys, Do you visit the sea for entertainment only If you say yes, you will not much know about it surely. You have to see the other side of the sea closely
It's the hidden treasure of the world purely
Millions of people depending upon the mighty seas truly Their livelihood is mingled with it definitely. It's true that the sea is the source of their life hugely. Don't make the sea as sewage arrogantly
Many poets praise the beauty of the sea honestly. It's waves depths flora, fauna and others normally. Most of the rivers are mingling with the sea probably But the sea doesn't change its character formally
Who has given name for Black,Red and Dead sea obviously? Naming the sea in colour is not welcomed eagerly And the sea means blue and salty in taste curiously. It navigates ships, boats and catamarans orderly
Sea is compared with many things as similes properly. Even we can measure the depth of the sea cleverly But we can't measure the depth of the women's heart solidly Likewise, her heart is as large as the sea especially.
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