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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
When our mouth speaks little
And rises in love to reach our ears
Our face shows a beautiful ?
Sweet
Mouth
Intensely
Loves
Ears
Copyright © Ganapathiraman Raman | Year Posted 2018
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
Heart
Of
Learning
&
Yearning.
Holy Ears
Hear Here!
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
The surprise that is still to be seen
Whither grows the magic bean
Full of love and sparkling clean
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
The incredible charm that is the bean stalk
Full of strength and great talk
Is Jack of the axe prepared to walk the walk?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
In this world is there a greater delight?
Than the surprise on the face of child with beautiful light
Or on the sparkling eyes of the elderly which shines sprightly
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
A soul’s tipping point under this ambience
Is not havoc wreaked by much incontinence?
Will faith work without patience?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
01/11/2015 Ganapathiraman Raman
Copyright © Ganapathiraman Raman | Year Posted 2015
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
Have leaves that remain still;
Give shade to all, with good will;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A vehicle comes near;
His pall of smoke I do fear;
Need to give more oxygen;
In turn for a little pollution!
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A weary traveler comes, with hunger in pursuit
And gladly picks up a juicy fruit
Does the name of Isaac Newton ring a bell?
His wisdom spoke, because my fruit fell?
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Use my leaves for house
Tap my bark for some gum;
Am here to serve you
In all this world's humdrum
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Nay, my friend shed no tear;
On the morrow, the woodcutter comes near;
Will give him my best shade;
Even though he will use the blade;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
With many a blow of his mighty axe clear;
Now will become firewood for his dear;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A sincere request from the tree;
Plant me and be ego free;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Copyright © Ganapathiraman Raman | Year Posted 2015
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
Stand by me, my love
Fair lady, with a feathery bow
You have my heart in tow
Can my soul’s heartbeat, withstand?
Stand by me, my love
Let me envy the lucky wind now
That caresses your soft cheeks that glow
Can my soul’s heartbeat, withstand?
Stand by me, my love
Let me adore the falling rain drop that me endears
That falls from your soft tresses
Can my soul’s heartbeat, withstand?
Stand by me, my love
Will walk with you till the end of the horizon
Where rainbows meet in eternity
Can my soul’s heartbeat, withstand?
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
I sat and pondered for a while;
My pen would not move even with guile;
Soon the page overflowed in ink;
My pen raced along and thought in pink;
My gratitude for everybody in my life filled the heart;
Everybody had played their part;
The Creator, My parents , My family , My teachers and My friends , to everyone and everything in sight and yet unseen...
Wistfully I thought "Where indeed have I been?"
Present here every moment and yet absent;
Every moment quite well spent....
Tired, after much writing, to see what I wrote;
To my surprise not a scratch on my note;
Truth struck me full in the face;
When a stranger tells me "Wipe your tears, they have wiped out everything....
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Back after a while,
After a self-imposed exile
To see my motherland
And return with a beaming smile.
As the plane touched the tarmac
Hesitated my lips before touching a sip of cognac;
My heart beat quickened and galloped;
How is my motherland, indeed I wondered;
A doubt arose :- Will I be welcome?,
If not to many, at least to some;
My fears were proved quite unfounded
As the tapestry before me quickly unfolded;
As my feet touched the beloved soil;
Which was rendered free by many a toil;
My heartbeat went quite a tad fast;
Would I even a minute last?;
Which should come first, I became profound
The riot of colors or the many a vibrant sound;
An inner voice immediately hushed me,
"My dear son, Enjoy the infinite bounds".
Many a, person did I meet;
Each hug more affectionate than the previous in greet;
Such exuberance I have never seen;
I thought to myself "This is how the world should have been"
Even nature operates here with some abandon;
Indeed the most serious will laugh given a pardon
No greater evidence was there to see
Than the cute monkey which partook of my son's breakfast with glee.
The food of the soil was so neat
Every dish though humble was quite a treat;
That even after a sumptuous meal;
One could consume a Mysorepak* with welcome zeal;
Soon the time to return came;
My eyes filled with tears, I cried.
O Mother thou hath welcomed me so,
Why did I ever doubt your welcome, I do not know?
(* A Really Sweet Dish)
Ganapathiraman Raghu Raman
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Why wait any longer?
Fathers are awesome
Of spirit lissome
Many an adventure
Shared with children.
The kindness of Providence
Is there a greater evidence
An eager and bountiful
Provider extraordinary.
Of bravery , no shortage
However daunting it may be
Any situation he could face
With great grace.
Attitude so positive
That even Hades would
Quickly run and hide
Such is the spirit.
Carrying us all on a bicycle
Every muscle stretched to limit
Many journey's taken uphill
Not even a hint of a sigh.
Ever eager to help
With mind ,body and spirit
Emulating the Force above
In every way with grit.
Why wait any longer
Till it is Father's day?
Though patience is his strength
My impatience to thank him has it's way.
Copyright © Ganapathiraman Raman | Year Posted 2017
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Ganapathiraman Raman Poem
Call of the beloved animals
Voiceless, We may be
Heartless We are not
Please make the choice
To be our voice
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Wow them!
Little sparrow
Leaves twitter alone
Morning does not end
Until the tweets are done.
The pigeon
Does not use a billboard
To say
I do not hoard.
The loyal dog
Wags the tail
As he runs to meet
His master without fail.
Cute Monkey steals
The banana
And playful antics
Our dear heart
The lazy python
Does not program
Patience shows
As it waits for the chow.
The alert rabbit
Knows no bad habit
Other than making us
Share HIS produce.
The little chicken
Grieves for
Missing family
Just like humans do.
Wonderful Cow
Chews the chow
We bathe HIM in milk
And HIS beauty glows.
Watch Mother duck
Walk little ones in tow
Does not pride in
Her face glow?
Bumble bee
Could not fly
Say the scientists
Flies he, anyway.
Tiny ant
Works all day
Showing us
Hard work is the only way.
Animals and more show
So much love
We should
Protect them now.
Copyright © Ganapathiraman Raman | Year Posted 2024
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