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Best Poems Written by Dr.Hemant Vinze

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Virgin

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?

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Latent Tuberculosis

Rosy lips,
And rosy cheeks,
Plump face,
A person with a grace!

His ‘good’ (?) health,
Behoves his wealth,
Eats well,
Looks well!

But becomes easily breathless,
Often gets night-sweats,
His health is virtual,
And not real!

This ‘big’ boss,
Can not have “Koch’s!”
Some one may challenge,
Beware! A strange cozenage!!

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Cushing's Syndrome

Bulky trunk but slender limbs,
The contour described as a 'lemon on match-sticks',
The full-moon face and the neck plump,
The rounded shoulders and a 'bufello hump',

The pursed lips and acne eruption-
On tissue-paper skin, with repeated infection
The dusky skin has excessive hair,
This hypertricosis is lanugo, tender.

The fresh red striae on the stretched abdomen,
And at any age develops hypertension.
In the female patients the cycles are absent,
And with 'Cushing's syndrome' the males are impotent.

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Nature the Best Teacher

The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

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A Realm Bête Noire

Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream.
I was compelled to enter a realm bete-noire,
That of Stephen Hawking, O dear!
Despite the 'black hole' studs,
Our realm 'emits' a glorious radiance.

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Panatee Japoona Thewaa

Panatee japoona thewaa

Waateta faara kaate  andhaara daata daata
Jaane tumhaasa pudhatee  shodhoona tyaata waata

Mhanuneecha laawilee mee  panateeta jyaanajyota
Hee maargadarshikaa jee  daawee tumhaasa waata

Bhadakaawu naahi shakalaa  bhurataa khatyaala waaraa
Wizawoo baghe parantu  tijalaa susaata waaraa

Pari naa wizoo dilee mee  yatne kadhee tiyelaa
Japato sadaiwa jyota  dewooniyaa niwaara

Dewo prakaasha sarvaa  panatee dilee tumhaala
Mandaawateya jyota  panateeta sneha ghaalaa

Waaraa  susaata sutalaa  haa deepa naa wizaawaa
Andhaara daata aahe  panatee japoona thewaa

(Original poem by Dr. Hemant Vinze in Marathi language. Marathi is an Indian 
language of the state of Maharashtra. The English translation of the same poem, 
also by Dr. Hemant Vinze is----)

          
DNYANDEEP                                                                                                                         
(LANTERN OF KNOWLEDGE)                                

Because the path was thorny and long, 
And through a dark and lonely land, 
I set upon your lips a song, 
And placed a 'Dnyandeep' in your hand.

In stormy weather,  
In torrential rain,  
I protected the flame, 
From getting blown out.
 
Dear, O dear students,  
I pass on my heritage unto you,  
It's up to you now,  
To keep the candle kindling--  

----Keep the candle kindling lads, 
Keep the candle kindling----

Dr.Hemant Vinze

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Psalm of Good-Bye

Psalm of good-bye

                                                                 
Who will cry when you die?
To this question I reply
Shall shed tears the sombre sky
With a shimmering face if we die!

Like a full blown flower
Brimming with nectar,
Our lives should prosper
For the honey bees to hover

For the scattering petals, Heaven shall cry
' cruel death'! the folk shall fie
With a mournful face the world shall cry
With a smiling face let us  bid good- bye!!

Dr.Hemant Vinze

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Acute Consumption

Weary, sullen, mournful face,
A tale of internal disturbance tells,
Perhaps of some chronic illness,
Or of current affairs!

Dark rings around the eyes,
Malar prominence and sunken cheeks,
Malar flush of high fever,
Makes the diagnosis more clear

Clinicians! beware! pay attention!
It may be Acute consumption!

( Note:-- The first episode of 
Acute consumption i.e.
 Acute miliary tuberculosis may
 masquerade Acute bronchitis. )

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Circadian Rhythm

A humming-bird hums 
A harmonious hymn-
Of circadian rhythm
And alleviates tension !

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The Eyes

The windows of the mind,
In the eyes I find,
Written in them,
Is a poem,
Of sanity or insanity,
Of turbulence or tranquility,
Of uncanny mind;
Of patriotic pride,
Of gallant valour,
Of bashful amour,
Of beauty of the Youth,
Of   resplendent Truth.