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Vignesh Iyer Poem
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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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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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,
Copyright © Vignesh Iyer | Year Posted 2023
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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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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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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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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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This blind pianist can see or not see,
His plan was to collect cash and flee,
His hands can play piano on a free,
He could sense the encircling tree.
Pianist meets a girl through an accident,
She gets to know he was an job aspirant,
But never could catch the fake ambient,
The pianist was smart and very resilient.
He saw a murder with two naked eyes,
But to the police he completely denies,
As fake as the pink sun are his lies,
That can’t be caught by group of spies.
The girl see’s the pianist in london,
Singing song in club dark as dungeon,
She again fells for his fake tell of rabbit,
The pianist finally made London his inhabit.
Copyright © Vignesh Iyer | Year Posted 2023
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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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Right from the 1st word from my mouth,
to the journey that's destined way south,
Mom, you, being there for me, have witnessed it all,
& swear, you were excited when I got the company's call.
Yet I see your eyes filled with silent tears,
and I know ur heart's concerned & full of needless fears,
but just remember mother, I'm ur grown up son,
who can tackle any upcoming problem one by one.
Yes the distance is far,
and it'll cause us both some emotional scar,
But this alone will help me remember your extraordinary care,
your love that continues to be unconditional and fair.
So see me off with a bright smile on your face,
coz it's upto your son to find his ways,
your prayers are all needed to protect me day and night,
.So don't you worry and keep your mind feathery light.
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