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Mother

In the drama of life you have the most important role,
A whining child or dejected man your touch can console.
A whole new life to a foetus you bestow,
By people you are valued far more than you know.


Your journey starts when you leave your father’s house,
By uniting and allocating your life to your spouse.
Their house is considered by you as a new home,
Around your new household your life will now roam. 


To make your house a home day and night you strive,
You are the happiest when a new member is about to arrive.
With great care and tenderness you look after the unborn soul,
Whether it is by eating healthy or taking a stroll.


Nine months of labour fruits a bundle of joy,
On its first glimpse a mother has a tear of elated cry.
On a woman’s name the title of mother is forever etched,
Love for the child in your heart is forever sketched.


You spend your life in the little one’s care, 
You can see in its eyes emotions from love to glare.
The gratitude for you in our hearts can never be expressed,
The key to a mother’s love and energy has always been a quest.

Thanking you for your sacrifices can never be enough,
You can keep calm in all situations tough.
A boon has been granted to mankind in the form of a mother,
And I don’t think that your greatness can be described by me any further.

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The Little Nest

The little nest that I found on the tree,
Was of a beautiful bird that I had never seen
There lay two birds very little,
With some pieces of straw very whittle.
 To find food for the little ones, the mother was on flight,
Dusk was falling and there was very little light.
I began to worry as for the mother was not back,
On the other hand the sky was turning pitch black.
 
I saw something zoom past the moonlight,
I feared that it was a scavenger and the babies might have to put up a fight.
I quickly hid in the bushes near,
So that I could attack the other bird and drive away the little ones fear.
 To my surprise it was a sparrow that had come,
And it was the little birds mum.
With seeds in its beak it had flown,
From a far away field where seeds were sown. 
 
At the day break of the next morning,
I could hear the little birds chirping,
Their sound reminded me of the little family I had seen,
And to go and check their whereabouts I was keen.
Dressing up quickly, towards the garden I rushed,
The early morning breeze dimly hushed,
I ran towards the tree where the babies hustled,
Each step of mine made the leaves rustle.
 
I found the nest vacant and the birds were missing,
And to where the birds had gone I only had to keep guessing,
I waited till evening expecting them to return, 
But disappointment was all I got in turn,  
The birds must have found itself a new home, 
And started life on its own




                                                   - Aadhya Venkatesh

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Poetry On Poetry

Small sentences used to convey deep thoughts,
From one small poetry we can develop many story plots.
Where the end of sentences mostly rhyme,
To write a beautiful poetry a person needs patience and time.

Small lines with meanings hidden deep,
Pondering in thoughts a person it will keep.
With some poetries of humour and fun,
And others on clouds, birds and the sun.

With its power people it can confound,
A beautiful poetry can make you spell bound.
Where each word has a different meaning,
With the poets emotions the reader is dealing.

A beautiful poetry as this can make your day,
Writing poetries is no child’s play.
Poetry writing is an art,
Where words and rhymes come from the heart.

Entry into a new world poetries grant,
With its power the readers mind it can enchant.
They are important messages given in a few lines,
The beauty of literature they show in signs.

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Illusion of Peace

Melodiously chirping are birds all around,
Through my window penetrates the rays of sunshine.
In my room I can smell coffee freshly ground,
Of a bright and wonderful day, all this is a sign.

For my morning read I am ready,
With a steaming cup of coffee by my side.
I sit on the porch where the morning breeze is steady,
On seeing the newspaper my eyes open wide.

Amity has spread throughout humanity,
And in harmony all have decided to live.
An end has been put to all the countries vanity,
Has the newspaper finally  some hope to give.

Peace has spread amongst people of different races,
Since  terrorism kills no one.
There seems to be unmatched joy on all faces,
Issues are now sorted without wielding the gun. 

Finally women  have an indistinguishable rank,
From all atrocities they are freed.
Feels like a potion of peace all have drank,
For cowardly attacks and  riots there is no need.



Amidst all this, I feel  something is amiss,
Weird is the world without any dispute.
All this peace no longer feels like bliss,
As mankind feels disrupted in this route.

I push, pull, scream and shout,
Because a perfect world would make life boring.
With this thought from my dream, I am pulled out.
And outside my window the rain is pouring.

Out of my bed, towards the door I scurry,
And hurriedly the newspaper I find.
The headlines got rid of my worry,
As the whole world was in the same grind.

All was fine and all was ordinary,
As the world remains as controversial as always.
Of all the threats and problems the men were made wary,
As the mankind returns to its original ways.

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Drought

Into the distance travels the sound of the weeping willows,
It is a problem whose solution no one knows.
The helpless man implores for relief,
On the branches of trees remains not a single leaf.

Drained of water are the reaches of the earth,
Drought is a situation where human life is of no worth.
Upon the whole of mankind suffering is inflicted,
Through a number of demises their fate is depicted.

Turning barren are the large masses of fertile land,
For help of people in distraught appears not a single hand.
In man and animals prevalent is the thirst for relief,
People are not able to appreciate life even for a minute brief.

Drenching the land are the mortal’s tears,
This dearth has extended throughout the years.
Drained of water the saplings turn dry,
Each failed crop is accompanied by a farmer’s cry.

Sporting a grey coat the sky brings hope,
Hanging on are the countrymen to the end of a rope.
Everlasting is their aspiration for a better tomorrow,
It will be the rains that will wash away all their sorrows.

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Genuine Heroes

Relentlessly serving our country day and night,
Guarding us with all their might.
Fearlessly standing without thinking about the end,
Gracefully towards our safety their lives they lend.

Treading their way through life filled with danger,
An uncertainty of departing from everything they hold so dear.
With each day they become grim reapers new challenger,
A battle that they are ready to fight without any fear.

Not a moment to waste, not even the wink of an eye,
For all they know within that split second they could die.
Every moment and every breath could be their last,
Within a flash they could leave this world so vast.

How much do they leave behind whilst fighting so diligently?
Families full of anxious and distraught minds,
Who wait for their arrival ever so patiently.
Unaware that their future holds pain that blinds.

Wrapped in tri colour comes home the fallen hero,
And regrets for leaving their life behind are zero.
Heavy hearts shouldering the coffins of the deceased,
For their duty towards the nation they now care in the least.

Bravely they stood through everything in their way,
But now their time has come.
No longer they need to stand guard all day,
As now their work in this world is done. 

A death of honor and gratitude they received, 
It was the day that at brutality the whole country grieved. 
For the safety of the country our soldiers live and die,
And their honorable sacrifice makes it even more difficult to say goodbye.

They make it easy for us to sleep at night,
While for our safety they relentlessly fight.
Words don’t match their dedication for what they do,
And no amount of gratitude will clear the debt that is due.

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Hope

When everything in life takes a turn for worse,

When the clouds cover the only ray of hope,

When your entire life seems to be under a curse,

There is always someone who will help you cope.

 

When all the happiness seems to be far,

And you lead a life in pursuit of a better day,

Remember there is a way to open the tightest jar,

And a chance to mould your life into a beautiful pot of clay.

 

The light that illuminates the end of a tunnel,

Is the light of a morning better.

Think of life as a strenuous tussle,

And than the sufferings the learning’s will be greater.

 

The one who gets up after a fall is a true winner,

Their dumb wounds expressing stories so audacious,

Showcasing the strength of their self inner,

The entire world quotes a story so gracious.

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The Day I Was Sad

Tears of sorrow rolling down my cheek,
Through the drops of tears my emotions speak.
Today is the day when I feel so dejected,
It feels like the whole world has me rejected.

My feelings with no one I can share,
This feeling of loneliness I can no longer bear. 
For dear ones my love is trashed,
With swords of rudeness my feelings are gashed.

Why is it me who suffers from such a disdain?
What have I done to deserve to be treated like stain?
Scrubbed and rubbed with the strongest soap,
With the harshness of the world I can no longer cope.

Covering my path to happiness is a thick layer of mist,
Without receiving love, what is my reason to exist?
Scared I am to express my feelings through sentiments,
And through the words of poetry my emotions I eloquent.

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Friends

Friends are the one’s who are always with us,
They are with us today and also when we will be eighty plus.
Everyone needs at least one good friend,
Who in times of difficulty always has a hand to lend.

Even though we friends argue so much,
We are tightly bonded and can recognize them by their touch.
All of us have spent moments of joy and sorrow,
Nobody knows where we will be tomorrow.

Teenage days are the best of all,
In future we might all just be connected by a call.
That is the day we will miss our friends a lot,
When in our busy lives we will all be caught.

Forever in our heart these memories will stay,
And they will remain even after our hair completely turn grey.

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Wandering Through the Woods

As the silence slowly crept up,
From the lonesome woods so dark,
A chill ran from my spine all the way up,
As on the lonely journey I embark. 

From the lonesome woods so dark,
I heard a quaint cry. 
As on this lonely journey I embark,
A wisp of mist descends from the sky. 

I heard a quaint cry,
On a whim I decided to follow. 
A wisp of mist descends from the sky,
Making the forest seem even more hollow. 

On a whim I decided to follow,
The eerie path that ran through. 
Making the forest seem even more hollow,
As the emptiness around me grew. 

The eerie path that ran through,
Guiding me to a place well known. 
As the emptiness around me grew,
I get the feeling of being all alone. 

Guiding me to a place well known,
The path that leads me, to me. 
I get the feeling of being all alone,
And there is no one for as far as the eye can see. 

The path that leads me, to me. 
Had a chill running from my spine up,
And there is no one for as far as the eye can see,
As the silence slowly crept up. 


                                                                                      -	Aadhya Venkatesh