hearty wishes to those who sleep well

(((((((to those who dream)))))))
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when i spend my sleepless nights

thinking of my lazy dreamers,

comes a sky of their own.

and stars are twinkling

in that shallow blues.

let me sing and sing for

the dreaming creatures:

flinging far off a puzzling day,

night has come to the dreamers.

tracing came a tramping breeze,

laden with a dizzy spell,

creeping into the hearts of them.

before flapping up their wings

into an orbit of their lovely dreams,

let me strewn my joy,

aways on them,always on them.

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this is to the orthodox,who hates to be progressive

16052009

mothers of the world

<<<<<<<((((((((my mother)))))))>>>>>>>

on my way home,
the dark sky
darted drops
and drenched me.

'an umbrella should've served you,'
stormed at me was my own brother.

'you should've waited till it drained,'
chirped my lovely sister.

'get a cold and you will see,'
gales of scolds father flung,
silenced all the thunders so far roared.

amidst the curses and abuses,
i found my mother drying my hair,
drenching me with cursing words:
"stupid rain"

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2009 may tenth international mothers' day
10052009

achu's poem

<<<<<<<)))))))drops(((((((>>>>>>>

in all mansoon
she comes and kisses her mom
and she's all in a trance.
like a pearl out of its shell,
some time she laughs
and on other,she weeps;
but always comes with a smile
and goes and goes down
to come again
like a pearl out of love.
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this poem is composed by one of my students,mr aswin,whom we call achu.i like to publish it in this blog,because he wrote it while he was a tenth standard student.
achuthan.v.r
06052009

rain song

<<<<<<<(((((((hopes)))))))>>>>>>>

the void roared in full-throated ease.
the vibrant blues flinged a lightning or two.
wandering clouds
splashed sprinkles on the earth.
a crispy chill crept on to her
and she shivered in ecstasy.
fragrance of the refreshed soil
softly spread in the air.
tomorrow at the moth-hour,
the winged termites will come
for the next dawn's crows and sparrows,
when a lonely squirrel call his mate
to beat the rhythm to the chirps of birdies.
04052009

to clouds

<<<<<<<(((((((to clouds)))))))>>>>>>>

the birds fly away,

the passersby part away,

we are in dreams!

o!monsoon clouds,

downpour

into our anxious chasms.

the ways of the cruel be beaten down

<<<<<<<(((((((the insolent might)))))))>>>>>>>
do not weep.
let there not be flood.
the cruel insolent might
should not cross the ferry.
boats of the downtrodden
and the humiliated
always voyaged and anchored
the other banks
bearing the burden of them*
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*the insolent might

translation of a poem-mohanakrishnan kalati

                                                               summer-river

                                              <<<<<<<((((((()))))))>>>>>>>

she takes a fright

of one-eyed day,

and slyly peeping night,

and the breeze

that comes in silence.

she fears lorries running,

breaking reins and roaring,

and the midnight train,

flaming with a drowsy brain.

she fears scarecrow

in the cucumber basin.

and the ball that making disputes

always passing lines,

and even the aged bridge.

it is in her dome of glass

sitting hidden a cowherdess lass

waiting for a blue cloud

who has stolen sarees from her.