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Best Poems Written by Anuradha Sowmyanarayanan

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Child Labour

Child labour is a slaughter
Which seizes their laughter
They miss their tutors

Child labour is a process
In which they lose their progress
Child labour is a crime
But it became their prime

Child labour spoils the child
And they become wild

Child labour must be stopped
Tools must be dropped
And they must be topped.

A child should be a learner
But never be a labourer
And they should become learned

A child should be a literate
To change his fate
But never so late
To   do now 
Is to sow
The seed of awareness

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I-Igloo

I,   I,   I,   I – indeed!
Inspired, induced, 
incorporated Inverted illusions in imaginations.
Ideas inexplicable ingress, 
ingrained invisibly intact.
Iridescent Igloo! Impressive!
It is immaculate, ineffable,
icy ink inmost intrude,
inlaid Igloo instantly!
I in interjection,
inflicted infancy influx,
innocent interpretations,
inviting Igloo! insistently, in situ.
I ...... increasingly inflated in intend, interestingly.
Its’ interiors’ in incise,
imply invincibility.
Imperial Igloo! I imbue!

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Good Bye

An evening, set in with slight showers
Trees & branches nodding in sync with nature
Showers pampered and nourished the flowers

People happily hopping in the hardy roads
Feeling free to reach homes within rains
Truly “rain” is a festival of joy indoors

All the days of summer, dry &dry
Showers & rains are cool pack treasures
A relief for intense red rash skin

I witnessed these, from the dentist clinic
As my sister, - a patient in pain &panic
Losing her wisdom tooth to the thunder showers
Saying “Good bye” to her pain in the beautiful rain

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The Morning Hours'

THE MORNING HOURS'

When I wake up in the morning,
It's all were free from rushing,
everything seems to be missing.
 
Just a cloudy sky and a rainy dew,
facing each and bending like a bow,
seems twinkles are rested and they are due.
 
Perfect pleasant wind with the dew,
is a blend of white and blue,
parts and plants are prepared to flew,
eager to touch the sky and the dew.
 
Hurrying to be a part of the show.
The God of the light and stars,
huge and orange raising up slow.
 
The mix of trio is a beauty to view,
which is the pockets of a few.
 
Three and three makes six
but all they make is one more
Its the time of VIBGYOR.
 
Fortunate eyes witness this prize
its really a appreciable sight.
Nature in a balanced diet.
 
It's the time to rise,
raise and praise the wise.

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Mountains

Mountains are a sign of giant figures
In them they behold valleys &tunnels
Trees &plants, birds &animals, Rocks &flowers

Rough paths &gusty winds make one swing
Horse ride or hiking high, is to rejoice lives
Scenic beauty compels &propels the travel

Waterfalls & natural springs fix the views
 Lens rush for a shot so fresh &hot
Rare species are eye catching &mesmerizing.

Sole or group –ride on the mountain is a pop up trip 
Never to miss, the fragrance of woods &leaves
On a high altitude, feel the essence of nature.

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Love

The gush of hormones
Or
The rush of arrows

The burst of balloons
Or
The tryst with poems

The cocoa in the chocolate 
The collage in cards

Love is in the air
Love is everywhere

Roses reach red dresses
Mars meet Venus
Days bright with stars

Love is in the air
Love is everywhere

Cupids in Tee shirts
Love songs in duets
Teddy bears in their hands
Love, Love, Love
Love is in the air
Love is everywhere

Soliloquy everywhere

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Smile

'SMILE'

The perfect pleasant feature
which is the symbol of good nature 
An expression of happiness
An indication of approval
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.
 
Wipes the tears, tries to smear
the thoughts of fears, makes dears
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.
 
The gift of diamond and emeralds
is no where to diverge and diminish ills 
so cheap and abundant
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.
 
It's a possession of everyone, asset in variety
bless for all live things but selective in use
A wealth for good health, A medicine with speciality
with it,
Everything becomes lovely and worldly.
 
Its the simple special "SMILE"
Smile is a "Slite move in lips and eyes."
                       or
"Sintialating move involving lips and eyes."

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One More Feather To Your Cap

Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap
which will make you glide in the success lap
Mark all targets to reach in the route map
so that you don't need  to fetch a rooting sap
Many a hindrance will cover in the doting gap
but never to lose temper and miss a nap
More resources will help an idea to tap
Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

The ways to reach are tough, but you can catch it's lap
with little care, fair focus and action plan in the map
thorough work will create a grip on the sap
where in all is even without any gap
Complete the work and snatch a nap 
Rejoice with rewards and your feet will tap
Make efforts to add one more feather to your cap

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Stories

Stories are mixture of emotions
Ethics, thoughts, messages in verbal motion
Threads of ages, more mature in milestones
Grandparents’ modulations, mimics and memories
Originated as a medium of self-expression
Flourished as a wand of promotion
Reaching to urban and rural world
Conquering trust and quorum
Introduced as a taste of creativity
Bloomed into a ubiquitous flavour
Energizing kids, kith and kin with kittens and king
Boredom was kicked out with kinetic knock.
Supple of fables, graphics and animations
From dawn to dusk; elder to younger; it’s a companion.

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Kids In the Park-Collaboration

Swing set riders
And sliding board sliders
And players
On the merry-go –round

Getting scratched up knees
From climbing up trees
Dirty sneakers
From the mud on the ground

Holding hands with his pal
Ignoring scratch from the fall
Shouting together
Playing on, calling all

Paying push –cart prices
For their cool Italian ices
And their lips
Turned cherry and blue

And they ride their bikes
As they go on hikes
Swatting nets
As the butterflies flew

They make choo-choo trains
And have green grass stains
And go fishing
In the pond in the park

They have fun in the sun
While they play and they run
Having fun
Until the days are getting dark