Drona was a great teacher of archery
He taught it to Pandavas and kauravas
Arjuna was his  favourite disciple
He liked him for his pious principle

Drona promised to make him the best
In any form of archery test
One day A tribal came to Drona
And requested him to teach the craft

The master asked him for his caste
The tribal revealed the fact
Drona told him he would teach only the upper-caste
And leave the place in great haste

The Tribal,Ekalavya, Made an idol of his master
And became an invincible archer
Drona and Arjuna came to the forest
The former considered the tribal was the best

Drona asked for the tribal’s  master
And surprised to find the answer
And demanded his right thumb as a gift
Ekalavya offered it as a token of great respect

A poet should write
Whatever he feels right
Though what he does write
May not always be right

He may write a poor man’s plight
Or a rich man’s air plight
Even the blind poet can write
With his wonderful mind’s sight

The readers do get real delight
When they understand what he does cite
A poet has both insight and foresight
So that the readers can happily recite

My soul becomes spontaneously bright
When I read a fellow poet’s nice write
Creativity is  a poet’s divine might
Which keeps his heart and soul light

A poet may not make a wrong a right
But he can depict what exactly is not right
Poetry is actually meant for soul’s delight
There are many such a great poet on this site

Once a monk lived in a village
A bird excreted on his head
For his fury it fell dead
The monk felt very sad

He went to a house for food
The wife was at her husband’s bed
The monk cried for many a time
The woman came after some time

The sage looked at her with a great rage
She said, ”I am not a bird to be burnt
by your fury. For a wife her husband
is the best jury”. He begged her pardon

She advised the sage to meet
a righteous man at a certain place
The monk was taken aback to  see his face
He was only an ignorant butcher

The butcher said to the monk
“My profession is to sell meat
Which even for my feast I don’t eat
One should do one’s duty”

The monk had a great revelation
Which he hadn’t in a hundred years’ meditation
He learnt to control his angry emotion
And blessed the woman for his salvation

A kind word is
A beautiful bird
It  travels
All over the
World
And fly
As high
As the sky
And touches
Every heart
And the source of
Any art
The
Main
Aspect
Of
Human
part

I am not really understanding
Why they are drinking, smoking
And dancing in the name of
Happy new year
They are forgetting forgetting
What about ugadi and Pongal?
Do they greet one another
During these Indian festivals?
I am not understanding
I am really bored with
The buzzing sounds
Of cells and land phones
They woke me up and
Said, ’wish you a happy new
Year’, at mid-night
I am not understanding
The artificiality
Of happiness
I can’t be happy
Simply because
It is a new year’s day
I will be happy
If there is a need
To be happy
They are neglecting neglecting
Our culture.
I am not really understanding
Why are they smoking,drinking
Dancing and dancing
I am really not understanding

I’ve made a poetic century
Though my technique is not sound
Consider it a great victory
I’ve succeeded in HELLO POETRY ground

I am not a natural striker of the ball
Ran very hard for twos and singles
Batted with the defence of a great wall
Faced quite a few bouncers

I may lack Rangzeb’s  batting grace
My style may be awkward
And I am afraid of George’s lethal pace
My foot work is undoubtedly wayward

I am an instinctive player
Know not the subtleties of spin or pace
And dedicate this century to Denis Barter
I am happy to be in the batting race

I salute the wonderful audience
For watching my indecent play
With a lot of patience
This new year makes their lives so gay

Christmas reminds me of the Historic cross

And the irrepairable loss and the inhuman laws

Jesus has wanted to serve his people

And has tried to protect them like his  own pupil



Man is an evil by his very nature

He can’t understand Jesus’ ethical stature

And is ignorant of his benevolent feature

Undoubtedly the meanest creature



He has tried to crucify God

It is an inexcusable fraud

Can any human **** the divine Lord?

I believe Jesus is our eternal bard



for  human good He has shed his holy blood

Incessant tears come to my eyes like unstoppable flood

Jesus has prayed even for his ghastly traitors

His sanctifying name is written in golden letters



Jesus has wanted all of us to love

And has flown the spiritual dove

He is an embodiment of Supreme sacrifice

May his  divine soul purify all human Vice!

I don’t want to spend Christmas

Drinking tasty wine

And dancing with beautiful women

I don’t believe in the theory of

Enjoying a day very merrily

And the other day worriedly



Jesus lived and died

For certain divine values

LOVE

PEACE

MERCY

KINDNESS

SACRIFICE

AND FORGIVENESS

The values I cherish

Because only they make me flourish

Or else I will perish

Let’s all the eternal principles nourish

Love is the essence of life

Without which life becomes meaningless

Lesser people may have Familial love

Greater people have universal love



Some live only to eat tasty food

For others they don’t do any good

They are animals in the wood

And enjoy life as long as they should



Some live for only money

Just like bees they make honey

Some others live for humanity

It’s the greatest quality



Some lived and died for truth

They sacrificed even their youth

They always followed Holy path

We need their purification bath



Jesus is the eternal light

He makes our lives bright

He is dearly called Christ

And is our universal priest

You may hide the ugliness
of your face by wearing a mask
but you can't hide the ugliness
of your heart and soul
by hiding them with sweet
sayings or writings
your ugliness is shown
to you by God

We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day

Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day

He showed the Indian nation the right way

His debt how can we repay?



He is a universal teacher

And a man of inimitable stature

Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature

Incomparable oration is his nature



He rose to the nation’s highest post

And tried to build a bridge between east and west

His philosophical teachings are the best

And his knowledge of English is very vast



He is Plato’s philosopher king

As President honour and dignity did he bring

He brought religion a new meaning

His glory and greatness I would like to sing



Yours sincerely,

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

INDIA

we celebrate international teachers’ day
They should show the society the right way
A teacher in my neighbourhood came to lime light this day
He is married and teaches science every day

A thirteen year old girl became pregnant
She is undoubtedly innocent
The angry villagers beat the office boy
Who helped the teacher in the ploy

The teacher treated the girl like a toy
And crushed the toy for his evil joy
He was suspended from the service
The DNA TEST is ordered to prove the vice

The entire teaching community hung their head in shame
They are slowly losing their eternal fame
Unless they work with a lot of professional ethics
The parents will/shall **** them with bamboo sticks

I hate those who always look into a mirror
and smear sweet smelling face powder
I think that is their grave error
and look at them with great horror

I need neither a comb nor a mirror
On my head I don't have the slightest hair
I am an egghead professor
my concept is as useful as pure air

When I look into the mirror
I think I am handsome
My wife  says that
I am handsome but
others do not saythat
I am handsome
I like  onlyMirror and
my wife and
hate everbody
because I hate
the truth
I am a middle aged
Boy

Walking is the king of exercises

It suits different age groups

And is useful for both genders

Its results are unbelievable wonders



Walk for five kilometers a day

And keeps the doctor away

You need not run like a race

But can walk at your own pace



Walking relieves your hypertension

And keeps your heart in good condition

It is a must for a diabetic

And is possible for a paralytic



It improves your vitality

And enhances your longevity

You can walk preferably in the morning

Or at least in the evening



Walking removes your bad cholesterol

And saves the consumption of petrol

Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?

Why don’t you join  a walkers’ club?

The other day I was raided

And arrested

With my visitor

And sent to the prison

By the police

I am a *****

Today she was also raided

But she was interviewed live

By all the TV channels

She was a cine actress

She and I do the same thing

In the dark

She is getting popularized

I am being demoralized

I am a *****

She is a star

He is an enemy to mankind

We are all afraid of HIM

He follows us like our own shadow

And comes to us only once

But we dread him like a dunce

He welcomes us cordially

But we reject his invitation rudely

We can not escape from his iron clutches

He searches us even though we hide ourselves in ditches

Man is unable to conquer him

He is too strong for them

Who is He?

What does he look like?

No body has seen him

But every body has heard about him

We reach him many ways

Accident-----

Disease------

Suicide------

******-----

O­ld age----

The result is the same

We inevitably embrace him

Like a bride hugs

A bride groom

Seven days ago I went to my coconut farm

And saw a fairy in her beautiful form

She was like a real dame

I followed her without any shame



I was bewitched by her teasing smile

And I set aside my reading file

I forgot my scholarship and wisdom for a while

And was fooled for her style



She led me to her unknown land

I caught her tender hand

We lay on the soft  sand

I thought she was a pure miss

And longed for her hot kiss

Our love game was very grand



I thought As if I were in heaven

With her I spent days seven

The last day I had a bad dream

A demon shook my left arm



I was in hospital bed

The doctor was testing my blood

My heart trembled like a swift flood

I paid the penalty for my fraud

I became very sad

Because I got the punishment from God

I am a huge tree
And I am very free
My roots are in the Indian soil
But branched out in the west with great toil

People say my roots are not seen
But my leaves are green
The trunk is very high
It is growing into the sky

The roots may be bitter
The fruits may be sweeter
I know without roots
There are no fruits

I grow up further
My roots are very stronger
I don’t know which tree I am
But I am very calm

No tempest can shake me
In my grove the bee makes honey
If you want to name
Please do it for my fame

Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO
INDIA

New year’s Day is just another day
I celebrate it in a different way
Don’t want to drink tasty wine
And dance with beautiful women

I don’t believe in the ritual
A festival should be more spiritual
I don’t spend a day merrily
And the next day worriedly

I don’t want to voraciously eat food
Like animals in the wood
And visit friends’ houses
To give costly flower bouquets

Instead I want to introspect
With a retrospective effect
What did I do last year?
Were my goals really clear?

I will plan for the New Year
And implement it without any fear
Set very small things as my target
And try to reach them as a rocket

I always ask myself who I am
The question does not let me calm
I think I am an Indian
Some body says 'You are a great father’s son'

I am an Andhraite by birth
And happy to live on this earth
My mother tongue Telugu makes me a man
The other tongue English makes me a Universal human

I know I am a tiny drop in this vast universe
And do not have a big money purse
I have resorted to some immature verse
I know not why to some life becomes a curse

I know I am no longer young
I can’t always sing
The tiredness the old age will bring
But I feel as If I were a poetic king

One day I will leave this poetic kingdom
Some times I am enveloped with this boredom
No king Lives on this kingdom for ever
But the kingdom is a perennial river

SPRING
Spring is the king of the seasons
Ugadi is the first of the festivals
We wear new clothes
And eat delicious broths
Mother prepares the customary mango pickle
Father worships the sickle
Nature is in her full bloom
There is no room for any gloom
The cuckoo sings early in the morning
The farmer is ready for harvesting
There are new born leaves
And pleasant breezes
Every tree has a flower
There is flowing water in the river
The wind blows very softly
The birds fly very swiftly
The winter was very cold
But the spring is very beautiful to behold
Ugadi brings in new hopes
The farmer depends on yearly crops
May this new year bring in peace!
I am able to write a poetic piece
by JVL NARASIMHA  RAO

In India pongal is the best festival
It is not a mere ritual
We celebrate it in January
It is very very customary
It lasts for three days
Bhogi,sankranti and kanuma are the days.
On the first day we have a holy bath
Thinking that it sets us on the right path
Early in the morning we sit around the bhogi fire
Thinking it is the demon Ravana’s pyre
We put on a new and attractive attire
Dreaming life is a joyful boat shire
Children make wreaths of cowdung
Throw them into the fire like a gold ring
The villages are full of colourful bullocks
We sing folk songs taking neem sticks
The bride groom leaves for the mother-in-law’s house
The bride waits for him wearing a new saree and a blouse
Father-in-law gives the groom a costly gift
Mother-in-law makes a sumptuous feast
Younger sister-in-law teases the groom
The bride and the groom confine to the room
Mother prepares delicious dishes and pickles
Father goes to the farm worshipping the sickles
On the last day we go to the temple fair
I hope I made the happy pongal very clear
Yours sincerely,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO

English is the king of all the languages

It will stay for all ages

The English conquered the whole world

English has become our watch word

Its spelling is un- phonetic

Its grammar is idiotic

We should know its glorious history

How it became a global language is a mystery

The English are highly polite

Their manners are a real delight

Everybody should know English for their survival

It is responsible for their cultural revival

I love English for its beauty

Teaching English is my duty

English text is my holy kit

I will try my level best to teach it

The secret of my happiness is simple

The school is my temple

Let’s all teach English with a missionary zeal

The eternal bliss we will surely feel

Yours sincerely,

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

INDIA

You are a cricketing wonder
For bowlers you are a thunder
You entered the arena two decades ago
And do not have the slightest ego

Runs flow from your  magic wand
Like pebbles from a brook
Many cricketers your counsel seek
You climbed the cricketing peak

You have made tons and tons of runs
In twenty one years
And broke each and every record
And you are our triumph card

You don’t care spin or pace
And have incredible grace
The great Don Bradman  invited you for dinner
Undoubtedly You are India’s greatest winner

You make every Indian proud
Across the globe you pull the crowd
You are great in any form of cricket
When you bat, the ball is out of sight

But one achievement still eludes you
Your dream shall come true
And you will be a part of winning world cup
Then Every Indian with love stand up

It is a beautiful bird sanctuary
Where a sparrow chirps, a cuckoo sings
And  the parrot talks and the mina speaks
And the peacock dances

There is a great comradeship among th e birds
But a proud crow inflitrates into the place
And prattles and boos the cuckoo
And mocks at the lark

The nightingale sings so melodiously
That all the birds clap and laugh
Except the crow who thinks his bark
Is greater than the song of a lark

He feels as though he were the king of
The park and thinks his bark is sweeter than
A parrot’s talk and greater than a peacock’s
Walk. How long can he bark?

The crow is like a poison in a bowl of manna
How long will the birds bear their woes?
A day comes when they will kick the crow out
He will surely be out of sight

The word  I don’t like is  "independent"
In this vast universe everything is " interdependent"
There is no scope for vanity
Even for the richest man in the Vatican city

For our shirt we need a button
And a sick man may need mutton
To get our shoes mended, we need a cobbler
If we go to hotel, we want a server

The church needs a preacher
A mosque needs a prayer
The temple needs a priest
And the depressed soul Jesus Christ

For our travel we need a bus
And for our livelihood a money purse
A scientist needs laboratory
A politician wants idolatry

The list is endless
Nothing is useless
The tiniest thing like a pin has its utility
None should over estimate their priority

If you comment
on my poem
I will comment
on yours-
newton is absolutely
true
even on
HELLO POETRY

The sun rises in the east
And sets in the west
A Hindu turns to the east
And worship the sun
A Muslim turns to west
And looks at the moon
A Hindu has a closely shaven head
And a Muslim A long grown beard
The Hindu writes from left to right
And a Muslim from right to left
Their rituals are quite opposite
And their beliefs totally different
But what is the colour of their blood?
What about the sufferings during a flood?
How do they feel during a hunger?
What about the music of a melodious singer?
What about the emotions
During  marriage and birth?
And  the inevitable death?
Their roads may be different
But the destination is the same
Allah or God may be the name

This vast universe
is the most beautiful
unending cinema
screen played
directed
produced
and released
by
the most
creative
Head
God

One of the disciples of
Swami Vivekanda,
The great Indian sage.
Asked him a question
“ Can we change the world?”
Vivekanda replied ,
“In the absolute sense no
In the relative sense yes”
You may wonder, What is this mess?
And think it may be a fuss.
You can’t root out poverty
But you can help a poor man
You cannot remove all the vice
And make this world very nice
But you can change one’s heart
Through your great art
A squirrel can’t lift a mountain
But can carry a little sand
Mahatma Gandhi, a great pacifist
Once said, “If I want to choose
Between inaction and violence
I choose the latter”
Because any action
is better than inaction
You may not change the world
but you can change your friend
Do something good as little as you can
And great happiness can easily be won

Oh1 Durga, the symbolic victory
Over the worldly evil
You can **** any devil
And  you are the most benign
As you are divine
Shiva (goodness) is your
inseparable half
Mahishasura’s ( Man’s evil) death
Is your valour’s proof
Goodness and valour are made
For each other
It is paradoxical that
Man stands for goodness
And woman for valour
But it is true in divine parlour
Hindus believe in Durga’s divine force
Even others can not deny the cosmic source
Even the staunchest atheist
Can not deny the women’s collective fist

Two lovely sparrows
Lived in a dense forest
So beautiful was their nest
They lived in divine bliss
Whenever wanted, they would kiss
They have three little ones to care
And their happiness to share

A cruel hunter came to the forest
And shot the male sparrow
With his fatal arrow
The sparrow fell like a star
And traveled afar
The female sparrow wept and sobbed
Tears flowed from her eyes
Like swift flood waters
She loved his mate so dear
And was engulfed by fear
Her neighbours are not helpful
Their ways are dreadful
But she would live for her little ones
And determined to sing for their happiness
She would not search for another mate
The very thought she will hate
She accepted her fate
And she is divinely great

An unknown poet lives in a village
HELLO POETRYhas become his only adage
He lives with his mother
From her womb he came one day
And also lives with his wife
Into his womb he goes every day
He had two lovely daughters
They are as pure as rain waters
His wife loves him
But hates his mother
His mother too loves him
But hates his wife
They look two poles apart
And for his autobiography became the plot
When his children were younger
They loved their grand mother
But they now love their own mother
These happenings silently the poet has to bother
When there is a quarrel between the two
The poet says ”much might be said on both sides”
Because he can not take any sides
The poet’s wife wishes for his mother’s death
But his mother does not want to leave this earth
Only God should show the poet the right path

A house

A house
without books
is a house
without windows and ventilators

A POEM
IS
A POEM
ALTHOUGH
THERE
IS
NOTHING
IN
IT
AS
A BOOK
IS
A
BOOK
ALTHOUGH
THERE
IS
NOTHING
IN

During summer
When it was suffocating
As if I were choked
I felt that the rainy season
Was the best
When it was raining incessantly
Like an unwanted guest
I thought the winter was the best
When the cold was biting
Me like a knife and a scorpion
I felt summer was far better
I think I need to change my attitude
During summer I will enjoy
The heavenly breeze in the night
And the cuckoo’s divine music
In the morning
During the rainy season
I will glare at the pearls
Falling from heaven
During winter
I will behold
The silvery screen
And the angels
Around me

I am a thousand hooded Cobra
The king of all poisonous snakes
I can dance beautifully
And I live in India
from times immemorial
I am totally different from
Other cobras in the world
Though my bite is venomous
People continue to worship me
Because I have got
The religious sanctity
I adorn Lord Shiva’s neck
And I am the couch for Lord Vishnu
Many people try to squeeze
My poison out of my teeth
And some rationalists tried to **** me
But they can not **** my race
I will grow at enormous pace
I will continue to **** the people
But they will continue to worship me
The politicians continue to pamper me

Life and *** are inseparable
Love without *** may be ideal
*** without love is brutal
*** beyond marriage is not ethical

*** is the source of creation
And the greatest thing for recreation
It has got the religious sanction
Marriage is the apt word to mention

*** is not a thing to be ashamed
But the greatest instinct to be shared
It relieves one’s tension
And elevates human function

It may be a biological need
But survives the human creed
It is all living beings’ need
It is nature’s greatest seed

A husband should adore his wife
She will remove all his strife
A wife should share his grief
The real harvest they will reap

You  are  the beautiful moon
But you can’t be bright
Without my powerful light
I am the glorious sun

You are a wonderful flower
But I am a buzzing bee
I will **** your nectar
You will make me a victor

I am a stupendous mountain
You are an amazing snow fall
You will beautify me
I am dutiful to you

You are a running river
I am a roaring sea
You will rush to me
I will embrace you

I am the season’s king
The beautiful spring
You are the melodious cuckoo
How melodiously you sing!

you are the burning fire
ButI am the cooling water
Without me you will blast and burst
Only I can quench your thirst

I am the shining day
You are the dark night
We meet twice every day
In the morning and in the evening

You are the sparkling nature Goddess
I am the gorgeous God
People may call us by different name
You and I are the only one and the same

It has been raining incessantly
I need a tablet for my hyper tension
It is only 9 o clock at night
I  have travelled by bike
for three kilometres
All the medical shops are closed
but all the liquor shops are wide open
liquor seems to be the best medicine
for all ailments
for all persons
at all places
a global phenomenon

The depression in the sea
Has caused her mother SKY to weep
continuously for twenty four hours
Her tears rolled in to streams and rivers

The farmers are weeping
As their labour ,dreams
And crops have been washed
Out by the incessant tears

The atmosphere looks gloomy
Every body looks dejectd
Except the school children
Who seem to enjoy themselves

The class rooms are full of waters
Some children are making paper boats
Some children stay indoors and feel happy
They don’t need to listen to the boring lessons

Children feel that the lessons are tiring
And the methods are out dated
Teachers don’t seem to mend their ways
They have stopped learning as they are teachers

I knew the value of time
When I watched films too much
Failed in my intermediate
And wandered aimlessly
Like a drifting cloud in the sky

I knew the value of time
When my father had been buried
Before I got to the burial ground
By just an hour late

I knew the value of time
When I missed the train
On which I got my berth
By just a minute

I would have been a respectable doctor
If had utilized my time properly in my youth
But there is no scope for ifs and buts in life
What we are matters more than what we could have been

The other day I was walking
Along the main road of the
Capital city of my state
I saw a Beautiful caption

“corruption  is a social evil”
On the vigilance Head office itself
The devil is sitting on the roof
Nobody needs any authentic proof

Without flowers and jewellery
No wife shares her bed with her husband
Every body thinks only money makes them grand
Bribe has become the watch word in this holy land

Without liquor and a hundred note
Nobody will cast his precious vote
Even the teachers took silver glasses
And silk saris for casting their vote

Without a bribe one can’t register the land
The officer shamelessly stretches his/her hand
He/she looks more like a beggar
And reminds me of a grave digger

But a few officers are very honest
Because of them a poor man gets a post
May God shed his divine light
And make their lives gorgeously bright!

I was sitting on the bank of the river
Godavari which was flowing swiftly
Towards its destination, the Bay of Bengal
Suddenly I asked my self, “What is my destination?”
I could not get a satisfactory answer
Is it? Service to humanity-
Reaching God-
Amassing a lot of wealth-
Getting a lot of wisdom
Or death-
I know not

Yesterday is a dream
tomorrow is a vision
only to day is a Present
given  to us by God

A war is
a Red scar
written  with  blood
on
a piece of
white paper

If I praise your poem
you will praise mine
suppose I denounced your poem
for bad usage, grammar, infertility
of thought etc,,What would you Do?
you would abhor my poems and me?
Am I right? are we not subjective?

Sometimes  prayer
seems to be an
unaddressed letter
it will neither
reach the destination
nor can we
take it back
and write
the address

A human comes to this
mysterious world
naked and weeping
and leaves  it
naked when
others
will be
weeping