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Vipitha Devi Poem
Her love is pure like the
sindhoor on her forehead.
In each breath she
thinks of her family
which is considered
as her Dharma.
It is her sincerity
to her duty make
a successful family.
She never expect any
reward for her duties.
No one can buy the
love and care of
mother from any shop.
She is one who is
mostly unrecognised
in every family.
The pain she suffers
is unknown and
incurred in the world.
One may excelled in every
field but if fails in the
position of Amma is
a great failure.
Copyright © Vipitha Devi | Year Posted 2018
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Vipitha Devi Poem
I have never met him
but I knew him through
movie and newspapers.
His talent was beyond his
age and his paintings
broke all the rules in
this world.
If he was alive he would
have been the pride of the
country and to the world.
His lost is not only for his
parents but for the whole.
With his few paintings he
marked his talent to this world.
All colours of the world is
waiting for him and no one
yet borne similar to him
Copyright © Vipitha Devi | Year Posted 2018
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Vipitha Devi Poem
Red is the colour of danger,
sometime you becomes changer.
You stand alone and can speak,
I saw you in his eyes,
that day was a bise.
You on my forehead stands
as a mark of all commands
that cause me a brands.
You who runs in me and
others is being shunned
in the name of caste that
leads to war in elate.
You are seen in rising bask
that you also stand unmask.
You are there everywhere
like a concessionaire.
Copyright © Vipitha Devi | Year Posted 2017
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