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BLANK BLANK BLANK
Blank papers
Brings no message ;
Blank hands
Brings no yield
Blank head
Brings no laurel
Blank trees
Brings no spring
Blank sky
Brings no shower
Blank mouth
Brings no scandal
Blank eyes
Brings no vision
Blank season
Brings no autumn
Blank life
Brings no dream
Blank birds
Brings no hymn
Blank verses
Brings no charm!
s.bagyalakshmi
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YOU ARE THE PILOT (for boarding school students)
You need not wear a veil of pain
If you are perfect and prompt
For your prep all time.
You need not begin your day
With ordeal and agony
If you’re uniform is identical
With poignantly tucked in shirts
You need not begin your day
With punishment and pretence
If you speak the language
Of the British.
You need not begin your day in
Pity and peril
If chew and swallow the veggies
Served on your plate.
You need not begin your day
With protest and pressure
If you complete your homework on time.
You need not begin your day
With piques and problems
If you write your exams fine.
Your struggle today is the
Spring board for your better tomorrow.
Adversity does not tear down you
It make you desire for the
Seed of greatness,
So hitch your wagon to a star.
s.bagyalakshmi
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Rain
The tiny diamond drop
From the sapphire sky
Blushed the majestic
Emerald crop
s.bagyalakshmi.
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Gandhi
the savior,
the tower of tolerance;
awakened us
from authority;
he brightened our
spirit of sacrifice.
he soaked us with
his nectar of love
he had a heart of
special virtue
incapable of colour prejudice.
he declined to be
a bond slave
and the British pierced
him like an arrow
but his spirit of
compassion never withered;
he is a man of
matchless power
plunged and pledged
to protect our motherland
S.Bagyalakshmi.
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TRUE FREEDOM
The true freedom we breathe in
from the bondage
is the labor and tear
of yester years;
the sore and pain
defeat and despotism
of the past
is an ever memorable
gift by the west;
after the freedom
with trust and faith
india the enshirined soil
bequeathed a bequest
to her glorious heirs;
but today
the communal choas
saunter, in abound and
unobstrusive terrorism
trot all around
and the pangs of poverty
champing overhead
we, the free indians
look for real freedom.
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THE NEW YEAR – LIFE RACE
A NEW RACE BEGAN
AT THE STROKE OF TWELEVE
ALL HEARTS WERE AT HOPE
THINKING THE FORTUNES AND WOES
THREE SIXTY FIVE METER CONTEST
PARTICIPANTS UNFATHOMABLE
SOME ARE SWIFT SOME ARE SOFT
SOME ARE PRUDENT SOME ARE WOOLY
SOME ARE EASE SOME ARE RUFFLED
THE FIRST EVENT OF THE YEAR
FEW STARTED GRADUALLY
OTHERS ENTHUSED RAPIDLY
EVERYONE WAS EXPLORING
THE KNOWN AND UNKNOWN WORLD
IT’S A LONG GROUNDING
FOR A SHORT EXPEDITION.
S.BAGYALAKSHMI
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WOMAN
A woman is not the prisoner of the past
She is the architect of the future
A woman is not a blunder
She is a wonder
A woman does not need a kingdom
She does need only real freedom
A woman is not an object of fascination
She is a pillar of determination
A woman is not a machine of money
She is a spring of inner harmony
A woman is a landscape of possibility and potentiality
She is an epitome of vivacity
A woman is a symbol of tradition
She is an apostle of devotion
A woman is not a damsel in distress
Always she is a fearless tigress.
s.bagyalakshmi.
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A young sparrow
While eating boiled marrow,
Asked her mother
Mom, can i join a school?
To make the others fool?
Mom nodded ‘yes’
And warned her not to make a mess;
She took her addjel
And kept inside the satchel;
She rushed to the class
And broke the window glass
Nobody gave her a seat
Her wings started to beat
Finally she found her chair
To sit with her pair
The children made fun
Her heart palpitated to run
Each period she flapped her wing
To remind the bell to ring
She trembled as if in a winter
When the teacher yelled in thunder
Last period is english
She could really relish
When she returned to her nest
She said that “ english is the best of the rest”
s.bagyalakshmi.
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DEAR READERS,
OUR YOUNG HEART RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT AGEING. BUT LET US REMEMBER OLD AGE IS A NOTHER CHILDHOOD. SO, LET US RESPECT OLD PEOPLE
ALL I AWARE
I STEPPED INTO THE SHRIVEL AGE;
MY COAL BLACK HAIR TURNS
HER HUE INTO GREY;
EACH TEETH
LIKE A SNOW FLAKE
POISED TO FALL OUT FROM
THE WOMB;
THE SKIN GROW FAINTER
AND THE BLACK DAPPLED
EYES INTERRED AMID
THE HOLLOW FRAMES;
ALL I AWARE
I STEPPED INTO THE WITHERING AGE
THE THIN SMOOTH FINGERS
SHIVERS WHEN I FEEL THE FRAGRANT PETALS;
ALL I AWARE
MY LITTLE FEET
MOVES IN MELANCHOLY
MY TASTY TONGUE
TURNS DEAD.
OH I AM IN MY RIPE AGE
S.BAGYALAKSHMI.
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DEAR READERS,
OUR YOUNG HEART RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT AGEING. BUT LET US REMEMBER OLD AGE IS A NOTHER CHILDHOOD. SO, LET US RESPECT OLD PEOPLE
ALL I AWARE
I STEPPED INTO THE SHRIVEL AGE;
MY COAL BLACK HAIR TURNS
HER HUE INTO GREY;
EACH TEETH
LIKE A SNOW FLAKE
POISED TO FALL OUT FROM
THE WOMB;
THE SKIN GROW FAINTER
AND THE BLACK DAPPLED
EYES INTERRED AMID
THE HOLLOW FRAMES;
ALL I AWARE
I STEPPED INTO THE WITHERING AGE
THE THIN SMOOTH FINGERS
SHIVERS WHEN I FEEL THE FRAGRANT PETALS;
ALL I AWARE
MY LITTLE FEET
MOVES IN MELANCHOLY
MY TASTY TONGUE
TURNS DEAD.
OH I AM IN MY RIPE AGE
S.BAGYALAKSHMI.
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