I’m into education. Was born and raised in Delhi, which is India in miniature. It’s my existence in this beautiful place that has made me a humanist which in turn has had a deep impact on the way I write. My educational background has trained me to think in English (the Indianized version) . I love Hindi but like most Delhiites, my Hindi is a confused mixture of many Indian languages. So, can’t ... more »
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Supriya Prathapan Poems
It is a feeling which cannot be explained, When your mind stops working and your heart is over-strained. You are in a state of absolute delight, And the face of your beloved always blurs your sight.
My College Days
Those were the best days of my life, When fun and frolic was rife. A refreshing realm of knowledge, That was my college.
Beauty and Brains
‘All that glitters is not gold! ’ Yet it is believed and often told, That ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’, Then why does a beautiful woman need to be clever?
Education is the key to success, It is an ongoing process. Each day of existence, Adds to our knowledge, wisdom and experience.
School is fun
School is fun In the playground, we play and run School is fun In the classroom, we study and learn
The man who showed us the road to emancipation, Popularly known as the father of the nation, An advocate of universal brotherhood and equality, Yes, I’m talking about Mahatma Gandhi.
The Indian Cricket Team
Cricket is the game that brings together the whole of the Indian nation, In this country it is often hailed as a religion. Our cricketers, rarely, if ever, perform well abroad, But, in India, they are treated like demigods.
Ode To Shakespeare
If of English Literature, you are a connoisseur, It is impossible to overlook the works of ‘William Shakespeare’. Through poetry and drama, he earned his high repute, The dead bard still reigns the literary world, without dispute.
Woman of Rural India
Woman of rural India courteous and dutiful, Victim of Patriarchy, but Oh! So beautiful. When she is born, her mother is called a sinner,
Human-fox! (A Poem For Children)
It was a bright sunny day, After all it was the month of May. My friend and I stopped by a mill, Everything out there was so still.
When most mortals succumb to temptation, Then why do we expect poor Mr. Politician to be an exception? When government coffers are open for him, Then why should he bother about idealistic whims?
Spare some time to praise Mother Nature, And she will ensure that you have a happy future. Remember, she loves to avenge her ill-treatment, Earthquakes and eruptions, floods and forest-fires are but shades of her temperament.
Early In The Morning
Early in the morning, the earth seems to be lost in a reverie deep, And most menacing mortals are asleep. The birds start chirping, the dogs start barking, And a benign breeze keeps blowing.
Excessive energy, ingenious ideas and varying talents, These are the traits of my darling students. They live each day, With the spirit and zeal, of a holiday.
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It is a feeling which cannot be explained,
When your mind stops working and your heart is over-strained.
You are in a state of absolute delight,
And the face of your beloved always blurs your sight.
When poetry comes naturally,
And sleep eludes regularly,
When walking turns into prancing,
And you feel like singing and dancing.
When your beloved’s comfort and happiness becomes your obsession,
And your reason is repeatedly kicked by your passion.
Then ‘Love’ is the name of your condition,
For which there is only one prescribed medication:
'An equal ...