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Litty Lokanath Poem
In my thoughts, I need to go back,
To enjoy the warmth of friendship,
To enjoy the cold of nervousness,
To enjoy the 'naughtiness' of teachers,
To enjoy the pain of hot cane,
To enjoy the 'good' in hand writing,
To enjoy the dimness of that bulb,
To enjoy the scolding of sleepy heads,
To enjoy the fear of questions' ahead '
To enjoy the darkness of the room,
To enjoy the memories of moths,
To enjoy the mist of Christmas,
To enjoy the taste of Onam,
To enjoy the mystery of Bakrid
To enjoy the role of knowledge,
I got from inside the walls!
Litty Lokanath
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Litty Lokanath Poem
My mother said "it's ok,
When I got less marks in the exam.
She said it's ok,
When I was in trouble.
She said it's ok,
When I did some mischief.
She said it's ok,
When I regretted for something.
She said it's ok,
When I forgot her for some time.
She is my best friend 'amma',
For she will say the same ever.
But I fail to say it's ok
To my son and fear
He'll select another as best!
Litty Lokanath
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Litty Lokanath Poem
Do not pretend before your better - half
Do real instead, of lacking un real
If one smiles, let it grow more
If one cries, let it stop soon
If one hurts, let it blow breeze
If one opens the eyes, you can close slowly
If one closes, better eyes left open
If one is angry, fly from the scene
If one is shameful, mock the cause
If one is contemptuous, teach him not
If one is contented, pat her well
If one is afraid, hug her tight
If one is romantic, let loose the string!
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Litty Lokanath Poem
It must be the breast milk,
When I am a child of silk.
It must be my mother,
If I need care and affection.
It must be my father,
To protect me from dangers.
It must be my teacher,
To protect me from evils.
It must soothe my mind,
If I am in trouble.
It must be a remainder,
If I am overjoyed.
It must be a comforter,
If I am uncomfortable.
It must be a boxer,
To knock out my weakness.
It must be a fish swimmer,
Swims with me to the treasure.
It must be my supporter,
If my legs begin to fall.
It must be a beginner,
If something strikes my mind.
It must be a consoler,
If I was hurt by someone more.
It must be a partner,
In all my failures to share.
It must be my enemy,
Make me ready to share my 'Ego'.
Finally, it must be a Tsunami,
To take me to the pool of death.
It must be here with others,
To enjoy the greatness of thoughts!
Litty Lokanath
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Litty Lokanath Poem
His nails are curled like snails
Beard, wet as a net failed to bail
Eyes looked sad as a fish
Having nothing in front to wish.
He murmured something to do bushes
Feeling was awkward to the rumors
Muttering meanings to the gushes
Sweating salts to the toes.
Waving hands to the 'odds'
Weeping eyes smiled to the rocks
Was in chains of iron
Free of bounds of bitter strain.
Sane, he was a judge in jury,
Destined to be chained in 'fury'.
Litty Lokanath
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Litty Lokanath Poem
Oh! He was killed by humans,
He was caught for the theft
Of rice to fill his 'small' debt.
He was beaten by 'big' no doubt
He was born in a family in woods
He led a life of fatigue and Stood
Away from 'peers', afraid of torture.
He lived in a cave of darkness, so immature.
To face the world, one needs education
If, denied could live in suffocation
Oh! man your 'ignorance' been killed by infection
Caused by the Pride and cruelty
No 'power' bothered, no stardoms
Many moaned from behind the screen
Far away, the dirt is pathetic but too sarcastic
The Aborigines, we were same once.
He was killed by you
But the weapon provided by me!
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Litty Lokanath Poem
The evening party
The day of party is quite delicious
In a way munching and swallowing
Ladies with embellished apparels roaming
Making the polished laurels highly jealous
We reached the place thriving and throbing
Inside the tummy feels sounding
The head found dizzy and revolving
At last we have reached the peak of savouring
The smell of delicacies reached our nostrils
I am in a delleima of choosing plans or animals
The house of fever controlled food and uncontrolled restrictions
Uncontrolled emotions and uncontrolled emotions
Small girl,cute and mute crying
The eyes vast with tears flooding
Her spirit was enjoyed with sobbing
Someone's called her ugly, so she was weeping
I called the girl, wiped her tears and hugged her tight
Buddha said, You are not, what others think you are..
It's only him,
It's only her
It's only a word
It's only a world
Mind this till your life ends
Lest,you will be the target
A girl's mind full of dreams, flowering
Many evil minds fond of torturing
Beware,beware you will be paying
In future for the 'curse' rendered!
Litty Lokanath
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