Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Rookie - 24 Points [Dharman] (JULY 14,1935 / ERNAKULAM, KERALA, INDIA)

Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan Poems

1. Honeymoon Travails 11/12/2013
2. A Mosquito Tale 11/15/2013
3. The Fallen Tree- An Epitaph 11/16/2013
4. Awards And Rewards 11/18/2013
5. Memories 11/19/2013
6. After Me What? 11/21/2013
7. About Sleep 11/24/2013
8. Euphemism 11/24/2013
9. May The Flowering Plants Bloom 11/24/2013
10. No Time To Worry 11/24/2013
11. Mournful Song- A Depressive's Lament 11/24/2013
12. How Blessed Are We! 11/25/2013
13. Fly To My Childhood 11/25/2013
14. Elusive Self Realization 11/25/2013
15. A Yogi's Testament 11/26/2013
16. Tomorrow 11/26/2013
17. Peace 11/27/2013
18. Human Life 10/9/2013
19. Old Age: A Replay Of Childhood 10/9/2013
20. The High And The Low 10/21/2013
21. My Morning Alarum 10/21/2013
22. A Caged Songbird 10/22/2013
23. A Moth Eaten Book 10/22/2013
24. A Prayer In Distress 10/23/2013
25. See The Occult Blessing In Every Curse 10/17/2013
26. A Temple And Its Deity 10/24/2013
27. Weeds Everywhere 10/27/2013
28. Cultural Decadence 11/27/2013
29. Why I Did Not Go Insane 11/28/2013
30. The Emperor 11/28/2013
31. Let Me Go Before I Decay 11/29/2013
32. Why Tomorrow 11/29/2013
33. Weep Not Over The Dead 11/29/2013
34. Sermon From A Commoner 11/7/2013
35. Walking On Our Roads 11/30/2013
36. Mother 12/6/2013
37. My Voyage 12/6/2013
38. Ode To My Village 12/6/2013
39. Reunion In Prospect And Retrospect 12/7/2013
40. Gratitude 12/14/2013
Best Poem of Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Thanks-Giving

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 ...

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My Morning Alarum

The monsoon season heralds slow
With drumbeats and fireworks in the sky
Nature’s frightening celestial show
Hard for humans to predict and vie

The welcome weather glues me to my bed
And slackens my everyday spree for bread
But Mother Nature sends her messengers at dawn
To wake me up with her alarm at morn

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