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Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri Poem
A globe wobbles in cosmos
A man makes ... a giant leap for mankind
A million hearts flutter on another.
Copyright © Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri | Year Posted 2014
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Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri Poem
Like quick sand and her looks
Poetry is deep within;
Not until the SOS moment dawns
You realize how futile your exercises are.
With wanton mischief
I entered those innocuous looking waters...
After I stepped in, out of infatuation,
It stuck me,
no use struggling
I submit to her ... still and silent
Any effort to the contrary
Would only multiply my misery.
Copyright © Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri | Year Posted 2014
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Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri Poem
She must be having sixth sense
Or clairvoyance,
My darling grandchild Anvi
Comes like whirlwind from nowhere
Whenever I just sit to write something near my PC.
My goodness!
She is such a devilish nymph.
Her two little hands suddenly become ten
Snatching the mouse from my hands with one
Tucking my hand under her arm with the second,
Starts typing on the keyboard with the third.
Suddenly, she piggy-backs me
And careening over my shoulder
Leans over the keyboard to type randomly.
If I try to stop her catching with both hands
She suddenly slides over the other shoulder
And lands her two big toes on the keyboard to type.
When I get angry, she melts me in a trice
With that enchanting smile and her staccato giggle,
Planting a kiss unawares on my cheek.
Before I could recover from her charm
She runs away to some corner with pen and paper
And starts drawing figures, and explains showing,
“Grand Pa, look, this is you and this is meeeeeeeeee.”
Copyright © Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri | Year Posted 2020
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Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri Poem
Some things are hereditary.
Not necessarily from parents or grandparents,
You can inherit them from elements.
Look at the Earth!
So shy and recluse and introvert
For the last few months of Fall and Winter
Is now romping on the ramp
In exotic costumes
Walking asymptotically
Assured of her grace
Wafting onlookers to the bourns of ecstasy!
On her trail
Even heavens grow goosebumps
For having watched her
Without batting an eyelid!
Copyright © Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri | Year Posted 2024
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Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri Poem
We eulogize our parents, kneel before teachers,
Pay obeisance to idols, and praise every benefactor...
Write poetry on our love, lyrics to our heartthrob,
Elegies in the heartache and play Endymion for a Selene,
Making rainbows out of our pale inane existence.
But when it comes to thanksgiving, some never figure on our list,
And of the few, we are prudent, tongue-tied, and grossly inadequate.
Connate with this corpus from conception
Oh my senses and sensors! You have made me what I am.
But for you I would never have travelled the distances I had,
Nor perceived and indulged in this spectacular world!
Oh, me!
It grieves to leave, yet a new stint is equally tempting.
And before I am dragged out of this housing reluctantly
And watch dumbly, you being impaled and consigned
Let me thank you with all my heart,
Dear senses and dear limbs!
And as a tribute to you, dear frame,
I shall leave behind ... the name!
Copyright © Suryanarayana Murty Nauduri | Year Posted 2024
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