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- A Sweet Taste -new-
- Music, A Sweet Gift -new-
- A Fallen Bud -new-
- We Should Learn To Laugh...
- The Carrot And The Stick (A Poem for Ki...
- An Old Witch's Broom (A Poem for Kids)
- A Broken Telescope
- The History Will Hide…
- A Happy Burial
- A Self-defeating Victory
- A Nice Wise Guy (A Poem On Peace)
- My Cricketer Uncle (A Poem for Kids)
- The Little Lamb (A Poem for Kids)
Rajesh Thankappan Poems
I saw the poet write Brilliantly bright, A sublime poetry With intricate artistry.
Your remembrance Are my thoughts In which I delve For sustenance.
A Nice Wise Guy (A Poem On Peace)
The pigeon of peace That graced the azure sky Was shot down By a nice young guy
Trees, trees, Bustling with leaves Waves at clouds And dances in the breeze,
The Little Lamb (A Poem for Kids)
Little lamb, little lamb Why don't you bleat? I can tell you You sound so sweet.
The History Will Hide…
The history will, hide our ruins The vibrant life of our time, Roses will grow, birds shall sing Over our concealed ruins.
When We Cheat Others...
When we cheat others We cheat ourselves first Of our honesty Our integrity
The Roads Once Taken
Lost in the chaotic traffic of life With roads merging and branching everywhere, I fail to take note of the tracks That has conveyed me thus so far.
A Fallen Bud -new-
The child was unfortunately washed away by the tide For after a prolonged struggle he had died, Leaving his parents in a sea of shore-less grief From where they can’t find relief, even tantalizingly brief.
My Cricketer Uncle (A Poem for Kids)
I asked my cricketer uncle To buy me a toy, But he bought me a tricycle And I danced with joy.
Music, A Sweet Gift -new-
A soothing balm is good music For it can provide succour even to the sick It has in it rhythm and harmony Sweetness that we experience in melody.
We Should Learn To Laugh...
We should learn to laugh Even through the clouds dark, Though our spirit may be low And trampled under the boots below.
A Labourer’s Tale
Toiling hard, digging the soil To raise high- rise buildings into the sky Deep buried rocks in the lower strata we met Compounding our effort and our work.
A Mother's Cozy Nest
How I miss that cozy nest Her warm, loving touch As she sang me sweet lullabies To lull me asleep.
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
I saw the poet write
A sublime poetry
With intricate artistry.
The poem was written
With a heart maybe love smitten,
Not on a piece of paper
But upon the pages of nature.
I watched fascinated
Spellbound and enchanted
By his wonderful subtle work.
When the poet's work was done
All hearts would surely be won
For a lovely ‘rose' was spun
Under the cheerful sun.