Ravi Kiran Krovvidi
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Ravi Kiran Krovvidi Poems
All hail The mighty Rain, She reigns supreme from hill to plain, Ceding relief to farmers, By showering euphoria on sorrow.
Nothing left in this ink flame has blown off air doesn't have vitals choking in this paradise
Blistering lights now look blur in this bazaar of lives I am one, Neither I can ignore nor can i ado
How pity and vile, I can't find a mirror in this horde I get grisly truth and sometimes praise whom to believe? whom to trust?
Psyche of a Tree
I am a Tree with no leaves as stationary as baby in pram widespread branches but no use to one bestowed with every currency
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All hail The mighty Rain,
She reigns supreme from hill to plain,
Ceding relief to farmers,
By showering euphoria on sorrow.
Imperishable, unstoppable as time
There in bower hides a mother
Anguished by natural might,
She sang to god with her voice so bright,
No reply, no pity was shown by the almighty
She kept her lives far,
Widespread epidemic took them too far.
After a while The Rain rained no more,
Still little creature gave no hope
And built her house to cope.