Smrithi Padmakumar

This is a poem that rised im my mind three years ago, when I was in my 10th standard.
Its so simple but still I value this poem a lot because what made me to jot this three years ago was
the memories of my Grandma.She left me when I was just three years old.I don't have much pictures about her in my mind.
But I knew that she loved me a lot and I too love her beyond these words.
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Why should I make a journey through my memories? But, I can't ignore it.I found so much colours and flavours in those days-yeah-my schooldays! And I feel so sad now because they have all now creeped to the pages of memories! Still I can feel its rhythm, sweetness, brightness, innocence!
And now let me jot down some of its flavours....some shades of my schooldays from my memories....
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I still remember the lines of the poem 'Lead Kindly Light' written by John Henry Newmann because it was the prayersong of my old school
where I had studied for 10 years (1995-2005) .This poem is a greeting to my old school from where I gathered the first treasure of Knowledge!

My soul is silent,
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This is a small poem which I wrote three years ago(from my 10th standard) .Still its too dear for me because
I love the word pictures and similies which I have used here and they reflect the truth too!
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I am a person who extremely loves nature and all its elements.Yesterday I happened to see a 'katydid'(grasshopper) lying motionless on the floor nearby a cockroach.I took it and kept it on my palm.I could make out that it was not dead because its antenna was moving.I wanted to save it, but I didn't know what to do.I referred a lot and with that knowledge, I kept it on a frond.I ts legs were found to be moving.I was happy that, however my friend could survive.But I couldn't find the truth that it was yearning for life! Today I found it dead.How unfortunate it was! How helpless I was! And here it is, what that scene made me jot down...It is long..but for me its depth matters!
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All through the pace,
the pace of life-
like the vast blue sky
I fly
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Oldage is the second phase of childhood.Many often forget this because they fail to think about the feelings of those old people! What do these people feel-
when their children, whom they nurtured, hurt them with words and deeds later; when they are being looked upon as a burden by their own kids! This modern people feels ashamed to look after them, and they finally dropp their old parents in oldage homes...Thats the worst of all pains! ! ! And here I am jotting down the feelings of a Mother, who feels sad about herself, seeing her son, about her old age! And here it is...
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The solace around me hurts!
it is deep-
for it pains!
it pierces my veins,
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When solace made me numb,
When shadows horrified,
I stifled,
My words stuttered!
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I know, you are away!
I know my voice, wont reach you!
I know the power of miles,
to take away my soul from you!
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The spores of evil,
The seeds of revenge,
The glory of love,
The air of comfort,
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The solace of the soul is unspoken
Its unspoken-
But its vibes are felt within-
Felt with the chosen!
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