Later On
The dropp of rain,
outdo in to the holes of Guitar
where the stripes befall,
on tenor of libretto of composition;
The world hushed in the frozen rain,
where sky is like golden yellow.
There the bend that
clear the rim of sky.
I play in Guitar; the clouds
move towards the earth.
and create a wall in obverse to me,
where the sound, of Guitar’s boom.
The rain dropp draw slightly,
fallen into my bed.
And it starts on falling
even upon itself.
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On The Shore Of Nila (bharatha Puzha)
This is river is laughing,
with the thousands of jingles;
the river and bay tied each other,
but no one seen it;
she is flowing as a princess
the wet wind of river, is
passing through the greenly rocks;
please smile once more,
Oh! My dear river Nila
my love on you, is not gone;
the wind blowing slowly;
this steps in the shore;
Is taken to my youth,
O! My dear, please smile once more
in this shiny moonlight,
cool wind touched the river
of she is searching her lover
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Take Me Away From Here
O Krishna! I want to be your Radha
of that delicious love to you
O Giridhar! out of you, nothing is there
the long distance I need to travel
with you, to forget my life;
in my eyes, you bring me
a new vision of wishes
your blue face, that shining
in my eyes, drive me….. drive me
away from this evils world
my chariot needs to be travel
where I lost my way
tie up in life, with broken of sorrows
you be there, nothing will happen
please drive my chariot,
go fast from this world
where nobody disturb us
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Six – Day War
Forty years after the war,
through out nation, which silent dew
the six- day war, but
Its reverberate, still in nation
thousands of lost their lives,
In barely 144 hours;
but the bloodier repercussions
forty year later, the blossoms of flowers,
spread above the nation in mist
and they were in initial hope,
suffered from humiliation;
the town, in six-day war
the moral treat of war;
flip sides of the coin on town
the narrow street, of blood
but not me, as some one bound
the moral treat, on doubtless future
the political treat, on less vision
an independent political voice
feeble, but barely audible
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I Love My India
La la……la la… lalallala……..
Lala……lala……lallalalaa…
I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India
I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India
I love my teachers,
I love my friends,
But most of all,
I love my brother.
I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
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A Walk Through My Village
Today sun waked up very early,
I took a walk in the village road;
I often start my dawn this muddy way,
With Coconut trees on each side,
that music, like moonlight
swept across my way
My ears preset on her;
My eyes fixed on her and smiled with heart;
of she is the creator of song, that she sang;
the tartar lines of the song touch my mind
the road is getting taper.
The whole Village cries from her blaze of words,
they wake in breathless stillness;
the Pretty Parrots and loving Fantail Pigeons,
hear her song in a classic way;
They didn’t want to fly from there;
Yes, she is alive in her song,
What the reason is, why?
In breathless stillness,
Oceans wake in her song,
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