Venkatesh Raghava

Things may change
But root remains the same
The melody of Nightingale
Throughout the world is same.
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Widowed young mother of two
Found it was hard to live
When her husband died in an accident
With little money in his tent.
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Winds of agony blow
With coldness traversing the heart
Causing chillness in my spine
And my existence shiver.
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In 1746, Britain was at war with Spain

Ships belong to rival were sunk
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Gopal was looking for a bride,
He put parents advise aside
And registered in a matrimony site
Possessing beautiful wife in sight.
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India is a democratic country
And people from all walks of life can enter parliament
Without qualification or ability
Just by manipulating citizen’s empathy.
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Teachers in India like to impart knowledge
So their students can have an edge
Their Students are their pride
Whom they proudly remember when they retire.
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Ambitions light up the road
Beneath dark night of failures,
Stepping up accelerator
To grow in stature.
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Young generation are catching the express train
Which moves forward not afraid of unknown
Getting in and out at unfamiliar platform
Taking the challenges by storm.
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In serene mist in dawn
Buds blossom
With aspirations. - Childhood.
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In the dawn
When light shines
You are mine,
Please forgive me...
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Beauty of the soul
In you behold,
So serene at night
Like a bride holding a light.
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Let joy and happiness,
Light in each one of our life
In this special festival
With near and dear one’s together.
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Every road I walk along,
I walk along with you
Breathing the fresh air
Which with you I like to share.
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When you pass by me
I enter the abode of galaxy
Stars of my longing shine
Behind darkness of my loneliness.
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Synonymous with endless struggle for the bare minimum,
Their mornings begin with scraping the dust bins,
They are human scavengers;
Our waste is their fruits of labour.
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The effervescent joy blooming
By just at you gazing,
Filling with love and ecstasy
From your milky glow in sky.
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Heart ached at the beauty,
Blossoming of crimson bud;

Feast before my eyes,
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Stingy Gopal had made a lot of money
Which he saved without spending a penny.
But now he was on his death bed,
Knowing this his whole family had gathered.
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Wind traverses my face
With your elegant grace

Like lamp post in harbor
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