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

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

I am a universal man
And God fearing human
I hate terror in the name of religion
Man should be peaceful in every region
God is undoubtedly one
Fighting for him is real sin
I was brought up in Hindu mythology
But influenced by Christian theology
I read The Gita in the morning
And the bible in the evening
Lord Krishna flourished in the east
Jesus Christ blossomed in the west
Both were feared by their respective kings
And influenced the world by their sayings
The Gita asks us to do our duty
The Bible exhorts us to take pity
If you don’t love your fellow men
You will never reach heaven
Jealousy and hatred are real hell
Only good things we should tell
Life on earth is not permanent
God is the greatest savant
By JVL NARASIMHA RAO

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

If you praise me too much
I  will suspect you
If you criticize me constructively
I will respect you

I am no longer a child
To be pleased and appeased
My vanity and ego
Have almost been released

A criticizing friend is better
Than a flattering foe
A friend criticizes you in your presence
And praises in your absence

A foe pleases you to fool you
And make you forget your own view
s/he will mock you at your back
you will be deceived by his/her knack

I prefer the piercing arrows
To softening flower bouquets
The arrows may make wounds in my body
They will never touch my soul by anybody

Flattery is the fools’ food
It doesn’t do me any good
I am ready to enter the dangerous wood
I have an abundant faith in my LORD

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

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?

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

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

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

You can not become great by hurting the noble
Nor can you become strong by oppressing
The weak and the meek
My humility is not my weakness
Nor is your pride your strength
One can become great only by helping
The poor and the needy
And forgiving the faulty
And not finding fault with the mighty
Jesus can not be oppressed by crucifixion
His resurrection is the divine manifestation

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

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

Love is the essence of life
It is the antidote to strife
Love binds the people together
It makes our lives peaceful forever
Love is entirely different from lust
Selfless love is the best
Love is the greatest of all emotions
Man is the cleverest of all creations
Internet makes the world a global village
All of us have created a page
Every blog should become an adage
English makes our lives rich
It should come to common man’s reach
Writing poetry is a great art
It should touch our heart
All the world is a stage
Why should we live in a cage?
We should enjoy the beauty of nature
We relish every aspect of her feature
Our life on earth is not permanent
We should believe that it is transient
We don’t know when our life ends
One day the e-mail God sends
We should open it gracefully
We will have lived our life meaningfully
by JVL NARASIMHA RAO

MAN WITHOUT HUMANITY

A lion does not **** another lion
A tiger does not annihilate another tiger
But a man slaughters another man
For his own selfish reason

A brother kills his own brother
The sin or crime he does not bother
Man is given wonderful brain
Most times it goes in vain

Man assassinates man in the name of religion
Or for the mere difference of region
A woman burnt her own daughter
The illicit contact is the real matter

Man is worse than a beast
He does anything for his own feast
Shywolf(a fellow poet) is rather depressed
Because man’s humanity is compressed

Man should preserve his own race
He should never lose his grace
Let’s all pray for world peace
And not divide it piece by piece

God is the divine master
This universe is his great school
We are all his students
The earth is his black board

God has holy readers in his hand
The bible, The Gita, the Koran and the like
He teaches lessons disinterestedly
And doesn’t love any body individually

Some listen to him with attention
And some others mock at him with bad intention
Some reach great heights
And the rest suffer from pathetic plights

God is the universal post man
Who brings the letter addressed to us
It may be a wedding invitation
Or the death message of a beloved friend

The daughters of India are migrating birds
As brides, they fly with the bride grooms
To far off places of different weathers
And come back to their homes in only festive seasons

We are worried about their wounded pride
Their separation we can no longer hide
As parents we have to bear the emotional tide
We console ourselves they are at their soul mate’s side

Only parents understand the real suffering
Their offspring becomes a distant bird in spring
We don’t know what happens to them in autumn
Their health the cold weather may weaken

Why can’t they stay with mother and father?
I think the Hindu custom is very cruel rather
No sister or brother likes to forego their sibling
Her soul mate might be a king

When the night falls
A  divine woman lights
Millions and millions of lamps
In her big blue house

When the day falls
A divinely bright man enters
In his Golden Chariot
IntoHer house out shining
Her millions and millions of lamps

Both the woman and the man
Follow the commands
Of their divine master
Some call him God
And others call him
Goddess Nature

You are  my  dear foreign  *******

You have become our watch word

You conquered the whole world

You are a piercing, powerful bird

You are a big vulture

The destroyer of Indian culture

You devoured almost all the other birds

It is very pleasing to hear your words

Once you made the sun never set

Many rules have you got

Have you ever followed them yet?

For the rich and the elite you are a pet

Everybody wants to make friends with you

Why do you bless a chosen few?

Your genealogy is rather difficult to cite

Your access to the rural poor is a pathetic plight

In alien places you come to our rescue

The entire human race looks for you in a queue

The readers wonder who you are.

You may not be a living creature.

I don't want make a lot of fuss
It is left to the readers to make a right guess

MY DEAR HUMANIST

You are an imperialist
He is a terrorist
You promote cold war
And declare unilaterally real war
He does the so called holy war
Both of you stretch it too far

He kills the people indiscriminately
And you discriminately
Saddam Hussain and Bin Laden were once your friends
Ultimately they became your rivals

Saddam was hanged by you
But Bin Laden still eludes you
You have the riches and power
And feel as if you were the law giver

UNO and the World Bank bow to your power
But the terrorist could demolish your tower
You divide and rule the world
He terrorizes it with his deed and word

Do you know how many people you murdered in the war?
None has stopped your inhuman actions so far
You make friends with one state
The neighbouring country your buffer state

You call yourself a great democrat and humanist
We know you are an imperialist
And worse than a terrorist
You never listen to the pacifist

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

What follows
me in the light
is not my shadow
but my caste
which
does not
leave me
until
I go deep into
the dark

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

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

Our life on earth is a mystery
But we should find a page in history
We can not get it by becoming rich
Or crying at the top of our pitch

We should do noble things
And follow the noble sayings
Read the holy books
And have benign looks

We should help the poor
And go on a holy tour
Do something for our society
On the needy we should take pity

We don’t know what happens after death
Nothing is permanent on earth
We should pray to God
And be free from any fraud

Only God should be our Lord
He is undoubtedly our guard
We should not make any sin
God saves us like his own skin

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

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