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Rajesh Thankappan Poems
I saw the poet write Brilliantly bright, A sublime poetry With intricate artistry.
Are we no more than mere puppets Remote controlled by the secret strings of fate? Or are we just a passing eyewitness Watching a puppetry show being staged?
Music, A Sweet Gift
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.
A Musical Entreaty
I blew air and the pipe piped A tune full of joy and delight, I blew the pipe for sometime on The tune soon turned into a song.
Your remembrance Are my thoughts In which I delve For sustenance.
A Nice Wise Guy (A Poem On Peace)
The dove of peace That graced the azure sky Was shot down By a nice young guy
The Little Lamb (A Poem For Kids)
Little lamb, little lamb Why don't you bleat? I can tell you You sound so sweet.
A Fallen Bud
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.
Trees, trees, Bustling with leaves Waves at clouds And dances in the breeze,
When We Cheat Others...
When we cheat others We cheat ourselves first Of our honesty Our integrity
I sat quite patiently Willing to lend myself an ear, To think of things within me rumbling The things that I very much fear.
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.
Life's Little Pleasures...
Life's little pleasures Are the real treasures That makes it twinkle And provide it with a sparkle.
I rose, I rose, From the trampled soil I rose, I rose, From the dust and the dirt
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.