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Best Poems Written by Ramanan Duraiswami

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The Daredevil Rescue

Stranded in war torn Sudan, 
Dreading yet another dawn. 
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.

Men and women, young and old, 
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of  fear, 
Longing for their near and dear. 

Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight. 
Manned by pilots skilled and brave, 
Tasked to rescue and to save.

They were flying almost blind, 
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night. 

Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission. 

An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one 
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.

Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined. 
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.

India's vaunted military might, 
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see. 

Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami 
AMC,Rtd 
29th April 2023.

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My Ubiquitous Cell Phone

MY UBIQUITOUS CELL PHONE

At the turn of the century,
A phone joined my inventory.
It enabled me to talk,
Even while taking a walk.

The model was Panasonic;
It seemed to have a few tricks.
It was quite heavy yet small;
It cost a lot to make a call.

Over the years it evolved,
And many a problem it solved.
It helped to send emails,
And know about Amazon sales.

Google was in my pocket;
I read about wildlife and rockets.
I could even take photographs,
Capture our fun times and laughs.

Finally, the day came;
My number got linked to my name,
My accounts and my Aadhaar card;
Life without it is now hard.

I carry it on my travels, 
Unknown routes to unravel.
I need it to chat with my friends,
To learn about latest trends.

My cell phone, my companion,
You are really a champion!

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ODE TO THE YOUNG ADULT CANCER SURVIVOR


I stood at the threshold 
Of a promising life,
Ready to step out bold,
Face challenges and strife.

I wanted to soar,
Like an eagle in the sky.
Eager to conquer more, 
To reach really high. 

One fateful day I awoke, 
To a painful, swollen knee,
In one terrible stroke,
It changed what I was to be.



Multiple hospital trips,
And neverending tests.
Our hearts missed a skip,
Yet we hoped for the best.

"Osteosarcoma"
Was the dreaded disease. 
I felt dazed, in a coma;
My brain seemed to freeze.

My family drowned in tears,
My future looked so bleak.
Haunted by many fears,
Uncertain, depressed, meek.

My dreams torn and tattered,
A maelstrom of emotions.
My parents were shattered;
Were there any solutions?

Would I ever walk again?
Would I lose my lower limb?
Would I become a burden?
The situation was grim.

My folks offered prayers, 
With devotion and fervor. 
Could unkindly fate dare
Snatch their son forever?

My doctor reassured me, 
On his face a kind smile;
"There's no need to worry;
You'll be fine in awhile."




He explained me the treatment, 
And then asked "Is that clear?"
I was filled with resentment, 
Worried for those I held dear.

They excised the tumor, 
Chemotherapy began. 
I was plagued by bad humor, 
Wondering at God's plans.

It seemed an eternity;
Painful weeks crawling by. 
I wallowed in self pity. 
All alone, I would cry. 

Now that is all over.
The disease has been cured. 
I feel I'm in clover 
I feel reassured. 

The dark clouds have vanished.
I have jettisoned gloom,
My demons I have banished,
And let optimism bloom. 

My life is now settled,
I like working, have fun.
I am in fine fettle.
This battle I have

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THE DOCTOR'S PRAYER

They come to us, both young and old, 
Plagued by ailments, manifold.
Suffering obvious in their eyes,
Thinking, am I soon to die?

Tortured, plaintive souls outreaching,
Voices that are so beseeching.
A kindly word of reassurance, 
Gentle touch, and calming presence, 

Are so soothing and bring a smile;
The patient happy for a while!
As we listen to their complaints, 
Without hindrance or restraint.

Acumen of many years,
Earned by dint of sweat and tears,
Guides us as we auscultate,
Ever so gently then palpate. 

We reach a possible diagnosis, 
Order tests to support this.
Surgery or medication as required, 
The patient cured, as we desired.

The happiness and gratitude,
A smile of immense magnitude, 
Are the greatest gifts that we desire;
Keep alight the inner fire.

May the staff of Aesculapius,
Forever be there to guide us.
May we forever serve humanity 
With God's grace and humility.

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The Butterfly

I looked out my window,
	At the gloomy grey sky.
When I saw a butterfly,
	Flitting blissfully by.

Unfettered by worries,
	Not shackled by woe,
A blithe Lepidoptera,
	And its aerial show.

The patter of raindrops,
	Fazed it not a bit,
Blithely it glided,
	On my window did sit.

Ever so nonchalantly,
	It fluttered its wings.
Not a care in the world,
	What a fortunate thing!

 If only my soul,
	Could a butterfly be.
Gallivant in my small world,
	Unburdened and free!

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THE TRAIN JOURNEY

TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.

The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.

Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.

Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.

Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.

Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.

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THE TRAIN JOURNEY

TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields of wheat and sugarcane,
Glistening from recent rains.
No pollution, no blaring horns,
No impatience or faces forlorn.

The catering staff wend their way,
Distributing food on trays.
We tuck into a hearty meal,
Get a satiated feel.

Chat with fellow travelers,
Some sober, some revelers.
Each with different tales to tell,
Caught up in a magical spell.

Halting at railway stations,
Quaint outposts of the nation.
The aroma of frying food,
You simply cannot elude.

Idyllic this train travel,
Just unwind and unravel.
Far away from stress and strain,
Modern life's eternal bane.

Stretching on my berth, relaxed,
Languidly just laying back,
Till I reach my destination
I'll admire Nature's creations.