Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan
Born of indigent parents as their fourth child
Father served in the Royal Indian Army medical corps as non commissioned officer.A medical graduate and chest physician since 1962.Continues in medical practice. Had a liking for poetry from childhood and wrote poems from my school days more »
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Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan Poems
I bow to thee O’ lord For the mercies rained on me All through these years From my birth to this day
A lonely mother
stray dog menace in India
Have you ever dwelt upon our street dog menace And the confused thinking of the populace About the risk to life the victims face Due to bite of these rabid strays?
OLD AGE: A REPLAY OF CHILDHOOD
Old age, a virtual replay of childhood Enacted in body, mind and mood; An escape from tumultuous adulthood Into an ignorant and innocent brood
Elegy to a cat
An unknown guest peeped at morn, a female cat Mewing and purring, beside me she sat Yearning, it seemed, for the friendly pat I gave; then on my lap she lay flat
The violent gene
Oft have you heard the geneticist tell The human male doth bear in his cell Chromosomes with genes two score and six Two for crime nay, two for sex.
God Calls Them Young
There was once a doctor Good at heart and a benefactor Ministering to the sick and ailing In total faith unfailing
Two little houseflies embarked on their honeymoon flight And landed on my breakfast table in the dim morning light They hopped from cup to cup and squatted on my bread I hit them with a fly flap and one fell dead
Life is not a bed of roses Nor is it a throne of thorns Count not your gains and losses Face the future, never lock horns
Sermon From A Commoner
To think less and talk more Put your mind behind and tongue before Listen less and preach more To be an ignorant bore
Elevate thyself in body and spirit By ennobling thoughts every minute Peep not with eagle’s eye into other’s guilt But look inward to find a surfeit of it.
They grow in the pots short and tall Amidst our plants, in rain or fall Great mimics; they appear in disguise And often take you by surprise
A temple and its deity
A temple with its deity Lends beauty and gaiety To a devotee with piety At twenty, fifty or eighty
See The Occult Blessing In Every Curse
Our life’s choices are indeed narrow Every morrow carries some sorrow Bitter but blended with honeyed marrow Of joy; Pine not on the sweet laced arrow.
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I bow to thee O’ lord
For the mercies rained on me
All through these years
From my birth to this day
For the love of my mother
Since I was a babe
For the care of my wife
Through my long wedded life.
To be blest with a mind
Keen to think and know
All deeds virtuous and kind
And to abhor all evil
To be blest with a frame
Brimming with zeal
To work for the good of all
And rejoice over their joy.
For the riches I hold
By thy gracious benediction
Bestowed for the ...