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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
I’m just a cackling controller
(sit straight, listen, stop talking)
Until I stop to look into your eyes
It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher
I’m just a watching monitor
(settle down, take your things, write neatly)
Until I stop and pay attention to your work
It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher
I’m just a juggling joker
(quick, time up, I have another class)
Until I sit with a sigh and a stretch and a sip(of coffee)
It’s my reflection that makes me a teacher
It’s not what I teach
It’s not what you learn
It’s the bond we share that makes me a teacher
I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts
I’m not a teacher until You make me one.
Copyright © Ramya Vishwanath | Year Posted 2025
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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.
I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.
I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.
I may soar, I may burrow,
I may sail smooth
Or dive deep with in
I steer my life as per my wish.
Do not give me names
nor assign roles,
do not set standards
and place me in boxes.
I am not a commodity.
You are not the creator.
We are but children of Nature
Unbound by roles,
Both wild and free.
Let us embrace isness
and create some harmony.
Copyright © Ramya Vishwanath | Year Posted 2025
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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
You stop, you slow down
You see, you listen
You are awake
You are alert
You are mindful, creative
When SILENCE enfolds
You become Whole
Silence becomes you
And you the Voice
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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
Smile, Care, Love unconditional,
sacrifice
Mother, so should be
Smiling, Caring, loving, sacrificing,
bearing it all
Mother, so she was
Burdened, ridiculed, caught up
in tangles,
Struggling to find a way out
Mother v/s I
Thinking, questioning, fighting,
making her way
Mother in pursuit
Father, brother, sister, mother all can
mother
Mother is not alone
Mother is not just she
Mother is duty, a ritual, a celebration
to share
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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
The woods the sun
The crisp air
You, me, the space
we share
A feeling of freedom and
belonging
Nature
Everlasting
Beauty
We
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Ramya Vishwanath Poem
Trees, I miss them the most
The ones I know
The ones I don't know
I fantasize them
I dream of them
I become them
Trees, I love them the most
Copyright © Ramya Vishwanath | Year Posted 2025
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