Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Freshman - 969 Points [Dharman] (JULY 14,1935 / ERNAKULAM, KERALA, INDIA)

Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan Poems

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

Born To Die

Who said we are all born to die?
We are born to live and thrive
And to better this world, strive
By work and worship until we die

Look at the ills afflicting us
And try to improve the world around us
Learn the way from altruistic messiahs
Who toil all their life without fuss

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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.

Poems emerge from fertile minds serene
Like the blooming rose with summer sheen
Disquieting events disturbing peace
Negate creative thinking and make me ill at ease

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