ramesh rai

Gold Star - 21,801 Points (13.12.1955 / howrah)

ramesh rai Poems

1. Profound Nature 8/17/2011
2. The Hymn Of Mercy - 13 8/27/2011
3. The Hymn Of Mercy - 14 8/27/2011
4. The Hymn Of Mercy-16 8/28/2011
5. The Hymn Of Mercy-15 8/28/2011
6. The Hymn Of Mercy 10 8/27/2011
7. The Hymn Of Mercy - 11 8/27/2011
8. An Evening Of Life 9/14/2011
9. The Garlend Of Pains 9/19/2011
10. Poetry 9/27/2011
11. Sacred Conciousness 9/27/2011
12. The Prodigy Of Error 10/1/2011
13. The Sweet Honeymoon 10/4/2011
14. Heartiest Pleasure 10/7/2011
15. The Hanging Garden 10/7/2011
16. Sita - 2 10/7/2011
17. The Twinkling Locket 10/7/2011
18. The Triangular Love 10/7/2011
19. The Repenting Sun 10/7/2011
20. The Paramount Wills 10/11/2011
21. The Dew 10/12/2011
22. Smile 10/13/2011
23. Days Dreams 10/17/2011
24. Jindagi - Ek Paheli 10/17/2011
25. The Climax 10/18/2011
26. One Promise 10/20/2011
27. The Perfection 10/23/2011
28. Bubble 10/23/2011
29. Melancholy Song 10/24/2011
30. Why Should We Quarrel 10/27/2011
31. The Universal Song 10/29/2011
32. Peace 10/29/2011
33. The Seller 10/29/2011
34. Diversification Of God's Creation 10/29/2011
35. Kolkata I Love You 10/30/2011
36. The Sailor 10/31/2011
37. In Quest Of A New World 11/1/2011
38. War 11/1/2011
39. The Morning Star 11/1/2011
40. The New Generation 11/6/2011
Best Poem of ramesh rai

The Curse Of Poverty

Poverty
Poverty is a curse for human society
Poverty prevails there where the injustice is
Poverty exclaims there where the illiteracy is
Poverty is purely man made
So it has to be eradicated from its root
The society afflicted with poverty
Is reprehension of entire human society
Corruption is the source of poverty
Only a fearless society can be said
Free from all poverty
Where the people are dumb and discounted
Poverty exists there
Poverty shows, how many immature person
Rule the country
Poverty is the reason for all philosophical end.

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The Hymn Of Mercy -

For a mortal mind
What is a realisation
A spiritual unfoldment
Finite is never possible.

I woe upon the discreet,
The vagrance and awareness
The joys and greeds
All are misunderstanding

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