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
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
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.
In Search Of A Godfather
Godfather is neither god nor father Just two good words strung together For the sacred duty to baptize; not to tether Any loving bond to last for ever
We are just speckles in the cloud Unseen and unrecognized in the crowd; Yet of our human form we are proud And proclaim our lofty airs aloud.
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
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
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.
A prayer in distress
Seized by strife, I am groping in the dark Unaware of the ultimate reality stark Unheeding the sane gospel I hark O’ God! Brighten my path by thy divine spark
A moth eaten book
A moth eaten book ravaged by age With letters erased from many a page Crumbling under the fingers into dust Leaving no clue to its glory first
A CAGED SONGBIRD
Where is my poetry gone? The string-less music of my mind Like a caged songbird; incarceration of my soul, unkind And stifling my streams of noble thoughts in an alley blind And leaving me like an over-wound clock hard to unwind.
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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 ...