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narasimha-murthy-mg
Born: 30-8-1931, Mysore,B.A.Hons.English,Univ of Mysore, 1952 / M.A,Banaras Hindu Univ,1957 / Teaching Eng as a foreign lang, EFLU,1962 / Lecturer, B T College, Madanapalli,1952-'62 / Prof& HoD,Adoni Arts & Science Coll, Adoni, 1962-71 / Principal, Adoni Arts & Science Coll, 1971-'84 / Member, Academic Council, SV U 1972-'84 / Member of the Senate, SVU, 1973-'76, 1977-'80 / Member, Board of Studies, SVU,1975-'78, 1980-'83 / Chief Examiner,SVU,1954-'62,Chairman -1963-'84 / Author:Stories British & American, Famous Indian Stories-Orient Blackswan, The Blissful Dawn-Triveni Foundn / Gandhiji's Thoughts, Tales from the Ramayana / / / / / Professor, Principal, The Adoni Arts & Science College, AP1962-'84 / / Lecturer, Besant Theosophical College, Madanapalle, India / Professor & H o D, The Adoni Arts & Science College, Adoni, AP, / Principal, The Adoni Arts & Science College,Adoni,1972,-1984......…...... / Member, The Academic Council, S V University, Tirupati, AP. 1972 - '
SAVE THE PLANET Jewel celestial in cosmic space, Unique sphere with snowy mounts, Valleys verdant, hoary hills, Sylvan slopes and sparkling rills, Shimmering lakes and limpid streams, Endless expanse of oceans blue, Surf-washed shores, golden sands And beaches fringed with swinging palms, Miles and miles of waving fields, Evergreen woods swaying in the breeze, Teeming with lovely birds and beasts, Charming retreats for pleasure and peace. Marvels of nature's grand creation Are marching fast towards destruction. Ever increasing human need, Callousness and endless greed, Ever expanding cities and towns And mushrooming of ugly slums, Hills denuded and plains encroached, High-rise buildings, crowded roads, Chimneys spewing clouds of smoke Poison air with deadly fumes, Methane and Carbon-dioxide, Stinking effluents from broken pipes And plastic waste clogging drains Fill rivers and oceans with filth and foam, Turn green slopes into arid mounds. It is time to stem this terrible tide That threatens imminent destruction Of nature's beauty and magnificence And save this splendid planet, Mankind's 'only home'! ******** M.G.N.Murthy, Hyderabad, India.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
SAVE THE PLANET*
END THIS MENACE SOON Leaping flames and rising fumes Billowing through shattered panes Of Mumbai's majestic Taj Hotel,* Choked the helpless inmates Who knew not why and what Had caused the terrible blast: Trapped inside burning rooms, Scampered and struggled in vain To flee from the spreading flames And bullets fired from Kasab's* guns. Shocked and stunned, the whole nation Watched with horror and bated breath, On TV screens the terrorists' siege And the commandos' daring acts To rescue victims and seize the fanatics Who maimed and killed innocent guests And left painful scars, indelible, On the minds and hearts of survivors. When will the world find strategies To end this menace of recurring crimes And save peace loving people in all nations? ***** M.G.N.Murthy Hyderabad, India.
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
END THIS MENACE SOON
Brilliant sunshine on trees in bloom On the majestic mountain slope And the sparkling, sprawling lake - A vast mirror to the bright, blue sky And the gliding clouds, snowy white - An exhilarating, heavenly sight!          Strolling happily under lush green trees Along the side of the glistening lake, Deep in my heart, I keenly felt *A saintly poet's unseen presence And recalled his rare, mystic experience - Re-lived that " serene and blessed mood *   In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things." *   An endless echo of the ancient Yogic voice Revealing the ecstasy of spiritual communion With the inherent,  divine presence, All pervasive in the boundless Universe!              ************* M.G.Narasimha Murthy, Hyderabad, India
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
COOL SHADES: THOUGHTS SUBLIME!
Thoughts in a Garden                **** Crimson glow of the morning sun                             Along the rosy horizon                                            Set ablaze the floating clouds With edges embroidered In flaming gold, Ushered in a brilliant dawn. Sunbeams on the mountain slopes                      Uncovered valleys verdant and Gurgling streams: Darting rays through gnarled                                          trees Adorned with foliage of emarald                                          green, Illumined the serene garden                                         scene. Genial warmth of the morning                                             sun Opened rows and rows of white                                               jasmine And filled the air with fragrance                                            sweet While mother nature sprinkled Smiles in a shower of roses Of delicate hues. Hummingbirds and honey-bees Hovered over colourful flowers Big and small. Shy flowers,like blushing brides,  Allured passersby to pause A while and admire their beauty And bewitching smile. Basking in sunshine under The azure sky and stretching On grass in chequered shades, My questioning mind Probed in vain, The enigma of nature's creation, Its amazing harmony And violent ire And the aim of evolving human                                                life: Eager to grasp what the future                                              holds, Indulged in reveries undisturbed, oblivious of Fortune's ebb and tide Until twilight showed The early stars And the evening shadows                    looming large, Restrained my restless mind. In darkness dissolved                       the lovely scene. Soon, the vision of rapture Was a waking dream: A foretaste of life merging With the cosmic stream!               *******.  M.G.N.Murthy Hyderabad, India.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              .
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN
Thoughts in a Garden                **** Crimson glow of the morning sun                             Along the rosy horizon                                            Set ablaze the floating clouds With edges embroidered In flaming gold, Ushered in a brilliant dawn. Sunbeams on the mountain slopes                      Uncovered valleys verdant and Gurgling streams: Darting rays through gnarled                                          trees Adorned with foliage of emarald                                          green, Illumined the serene garden                                         scene. Genial warmth of the morning                                             sun Opened rows and rows of white                                               jasmine And filled the air with fragrance                                            sweet While mother nature sprinkled Smiles in a shower of roses Of delicate hues. Hummingbirds and honey-bees Hovered over colourful flowers Big and small. Shy flowers,like blushing brides,  Allured passersby to pause A while and admire their beauty And bewitching smile. Basking in sunshine under The azure sky and stretching On grass in chequered shades, My questioning mind Probed in vain, The enigma of nature's creation, Its amazing harmony And violent ire And the aim of evolving human                                                life: Eager to grasp what the future                                              holds, Indulged in reveries undisturbed, oblivious of Fortune's ebb and tide Until twilight showed The early stars And the evening shadows                    looming large, Restrained my restless mind. In darkness dissolved                       the lovely scene. Soon, the vision of rapture Was a waking dream: A foretaste of life merging With the cosmic stream!               *******.  M.G.N.Murthy Hyderabad, India.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              .
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JESUS CHRIST, THE HEAVENLY LIGHT * May the colourful Christmas lights Radiate joy, show delightful sights And soon bring to an end The ever-widening violent trend. May there be no fearful threats Of brutal, ****** fights, No dark clouds of deadly smoke, No pungent smell of burning sulphur, No deafening thunder of terrible gunfire, No ugly scenes of ruined homes And piteous orphans' cries And parents' heart-rending wails, No sorrow that dims the light In anyone's eyes. May the light of knowledge and wisdom Illumine the path to happiness, May the light of joy and love Sparkle in everyone's eyes In every humble home. May the divine voice of Jesus Christ Lead all mankind from darkness to Light. ********** M.G.N.Murthy, Hyderabad, India
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
JESUS CHRIST, THE HEAVENLY LIGHT *
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS* May countless lights Show delightful sights: May there be no threats Of ****** fights, No clouds of smoke, No smell of sulphur, No noise of gunfire, No scenes of ruined homes And orphans' cries And parents' heart-rending wails, No sorrow that dims the light In anyone's eyes. May the light of knowledge and wisdom Illumine the path to happiness: May the light of joy and love Sparkle in everyone's eyes In every humble home. May our fervent prayer - Lead mankind from darkness to Light' "Tamasoma Jyothirgamaya." * May all nations together strive To pave the way to harmony and peace. ***** M.G.N.Murthy Hyderabad, India
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
LEARN FROM THE OWL! Many of us think of the owl As a foolish, ugly fowl: It can neither strut like a peacock, Flaunting colourful plumes, Nor, like the shy nightingale, Sweetly sing, every spring: But the sages of ancient Greece, Seeing the night bird's virtues rare, Said nothing foul about the owl, Admired its bright round eyes, Sharp and keen, able to see its way And fly in the darkness of night: Eyes, quite strange, looking not sideways, But always straight and always right And quickly turn its agile neck And see all things happening Behind its back as well as front! In all directions ,the owl can see But, from different angles do we ever see? Boastful humans, full of pride, Who speak ill of the humble owl Can scarcely match the skilful owl, And a poet who loved this little bird, wrote - "A wise old owl sat on an oak, The more he saw, the less he spoke, The less he spoke the more he heard, Why can't we be, like the wise old bird!?" ********* M.G.Narasimha Murthy, Hyderabad, India.
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
LEARN FROM THE OWL!
THREE MONKS Morning sunbeams danced on the ripples Sparkling on the majestic flow of Mother Ganga. Noisy crowds of pious pilgrims from all corners, Pestered by ash-smeared, bargaining priests, Rushed towards the sacred waters for a holy bath , In a hurry to wash off their numerous sins And save themselves from Yamadharma's* wrath. Three solemn-looking monks in saffron robes, Moved briskly past the motley crowds, Looking for a less noisy, cleaner spot. At a distance, they saw a colourful launch, Carrying pilgrims across the vast expanse, When, all of a sudden, the launch tumbled And scrambling pilgrims, in panic jumped Into the river flowing fast over hidden rocks. Seeing their desperate struggle, the surprised monks Took a hasty plunge and swam towards the sinking launch And pulled some of them towards the sandy shore, While one of the sturdy monks carried on his back, A woman clinging to the side, breathing hard And left her after she recovered composure. Resuming their walk along the river bank, Two of the monks appeared rather grim and cold. Breaking their solemn silence, the frowning monks Called their companion a big sinner For he had carried a young woman on his back. Unperturbed, the robust monk said with a smile, Although he had carried a drowning woman on his back, He had left her safely on the river bank While the scolding monks carried her still in their minds And they hardly knew what detachment meant ! Startled and rudely awakened, the two monks Prostrated before Vivekananda, the awe-inspiring saint! *********** M.G.Narasimha Murthy *Name of the God of Death in Indian mythology.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
THREE MONKS
THREE MONKS Morning sunbeams danced on the ripples Sparkling on the majestic flow of Mother Ganga. Noisy crowds of pious pilgrims from all corners, Pestered by ash-smeared, bargaining priests, Rushed towards the sacred waters for a holy bath , In a hurry to wash off their numerous sins And save themselves from Yamadharma's* wrath. Three solemn-looking monks in saffron robes, Moved briskly past the motley crowds, Looking for a less noisy, cleaner spot. At a distance, they saw a colourful launch, Carrying pilgrims across the vast expanse, When, all of a sudden, the launch tumbled And scrambling pilgrims, in panic jumped Into the river flowing fast over hidden rocks. Seeing their desperate struggle, the surprised monks Took a hasty plunge and swam towards the sinking launch And pulled some of them towards the sandy shore, While one of the sturdy monks carried on his back, A woman clinging to the side, breathing hard And left her after she recovered composure. Resuming their walk along the river bank, Two of the monks appeared rather grim and cold. Breaking their solemn silence, the frowning monks Called their companion a big sinner For he had carried a young woman on his back. Unperturbed, the robust monk said with a smile, Although he had carried a drowning woman on his back, He had left her safely on the river bank While the scolding monks carried her still in their minds And they hardly knew what detachment meant ! Startled and rudely awakened, the two monks Prostrated before Vivekananda, the awe-inspiring saint! *********** M.G.Narasimha Murthy *Name of the God of Death in Indian mythology.
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YOGA When body and mind are in tune, Flowers of joy and peace in silence bloom : Relax for a while and look inward, Regulate breathing and stay unmoved, Dive into the dark depths Of the sea of consciousness, Explore the concealed layers From its surface, ever active and restless; Slowly sink into the sub-conscious mind That run all vital functions, day and night. * Move deeper until you reach the source And find life's perennial spring, Flowing from your innermost being Into the boundless universe, ever expanding, Beyond the confines of the sensuous mind. When this inward journey, spiritual, Brings insight into the subtle working Of the hidden mind, you emerge wiser And stronger than ever before To weather the storms of life, ephemeral, And realize man's fervent prayer - " Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya" * Lead us from darkness to Light, The ultimate aim of all mankind. ******. M.G.N.Murthy, Hyderabad, India.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
YOGA
FACE THE THREATS *            Jostling through the crowds of Varanasi - Ancient, vibrant and ever noisy, Vivekananda found at the end A lonely path that seemed to blend. With his solemn, pensive mood. Longing for silence and solitude. As he walked along the narrow path Winding amidst lush green plants Towards a sprawling, lovely lake, A horde of monkeys, all red faced, Sprang on him from a nearby branch. Taken aback by their sudden attack, He ran very fast, never turning back, But the menacing beasts were at his heels And one of them pulled his saffron gown While the others growled and shrieked. Shocked to see this frightful scene, A holy man coming from the lake, Shouted "Do not run; they will overtake. Stand there, face the surly brutes." Regaining his composure and lost balance, Vivekananda stopped at once, Held his ground and raised his hand. Stupified and bewildered, the monkeys fled .         Thus awakened, he soon realised -          "When you are threatened by opponents,            Face them with courage and confidence,             Yet, without malice or vengeance.              To win life's battles, have grit and strength,               For, strength is life and fear, worse than death."                               **********.  M.G.Narasimha Murthy Hyderabad, India
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
FACE THE THREATS