chandra thiagarajan Poems

For a child
Playing with dolls
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On the Mariner’s compass
The Magnetic needle
Automatically turns
To the Magnetic North, ever.
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An astrologer with a parrot sat
At the pavement on a mat
His prospective clients he wooed
With the cards them he fooled
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There has been a day like today
But a fresh new day is today
It is a unique day today
It is wide open today
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W ill Power, great, resides in souls great
I ndomitable will is the gateway to fate
L iving with a firm resolute will
L ife in this world, could be moulded to rise higher still.
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When a man has riches immense
And has not himself enjoyed
He has very little common sense
For he is considered expired.
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When they embed me in fire
I’m not in great ire

When with a hammer they pound me
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The Phantasm
I observed people
on a sprawling tall tree
gladly perched and poised ecstatically
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The sand mound on the left,
And the colourful Zinnias edging it;
With profuse Asters adjacent,
And the triangular red bricks bordering it;
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