There is a great glow on Jesus’ face
He was born to rescue the entire human race
Blessed are the people who believe in Christ
He is undoubtedly the divine priest
Him we should continuously pray
And keep the Satan at bay
If we don’t love our fellow human
We will never reach heaven
We should do our duty
The holy Bible exhorts us to take pity
Jerusalem is the Jesus’ birth city
Mother Mary has great piety
Jesus blossomed in the west
His teachings are the best
Our life on earth is a myth
Man forgets this eternal truth
Man incessantly hankers after riches
Doesn’t hesitate to delve deep into ditches
He tells spurious lies
And falls an easy prey to vice
He forgets the purpose of his life
And lives in perpetual strife
Jealousy and hatred are real hell
Only good things we should tell
We should never spread horror or terror
It is an inexcusable error
We should not fight for religion
Man should be peaceful in every region
God is indisputably one
Fighting for Him is real sin
We should be ready for the Doomsday
Christianity shows us the right way
The Bible leads us to the holy path
I think we will have the purification bath
We should get ready for the Sabbath
Jesus will give us his holy cloth

two Americans and three Indians
Came to my house.yesterday.
Four of them were men
And one of them a woman
They were all shedding blood
I asked the Americans , “ What
Happened to you?” Our fellow
White Americans fired at us”
Why? “I asked most innocently”
They said, ‘we fought indiscrimination
Against the blacks and for their equality”
I asked the Indians, Why are all bleeding?
“The religious fanatics belonging to our
Religion fired at us’ .The two Indian men said.
A Sikh fanatic shot at me indiscriminately”
He was my own body Guard too.”
The Indian woman said painfully.
Coincidentally all the five came
From the two great democracies
Democracy means” killing the
Great leaders and shedding their blood.”
I woke up from the dream
But I had the great opportunity
Of talking to five noble souls

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

when intellectuals keep quiet
the goons resort to nasty fight
silence is the most dreadful

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

It makes no difference
Whether it is poet freak or Hello poetry
The sites are different
The loopholes are quite apparent
Human psyche is the same
There may be only a change in name

Good poets are every where respected
Fake poets are easily detected
Great poets are always adored
Eternal poets are highly revered

If writing poetry becomes a poet’s obsession
He tries his best to achieve perfection
The main aim of poetry is to please
Our tension it will soon release

The aim of a great poet is to instruct
But every poet’s intention is to construct
The platform for comraderie
Writing poetry is not a reverie

Poetry consoles, delights
Instructs, pleases, and relieves
Even our greatest psychic pain
Writing or reading poetry is a spiritual gain

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

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

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?

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

The crow and the cuckoo look alike
Even the cuckoos are hatched by the crow
But they sing a different song
They can not live along

salt and camphor look the same
But their tastes are different
Salt is meant for adding taste to pudding
Camphor is meant for a god's worshipping

We can’t decide anything by its looks
Nor can we judge a human by the sweet talks
We should observe how he walks
In trying conditions the way she acts

A cuckoo melodiously sang
For many years long
In anticipation of her dear king
The most beautiful seasonal spring

The song was so sweet and great
That it was heard all over the world
The world sympathized with the cuckoo
To console her they stood in a queue

The bird waited for the king
She expected a wedding ring
But he went to another land
Which he thought more grand

The cuckoo was shocked
Her voice was choked
How long will she stop the song?
It was not at all her wrong

She sang a different song
The people would throng
They blessed she would live long!
Her divine song she would prolong

You are the queen of inimitable stature
None can describe your real feature
You led a holy fight
Against the British might

You are known for your incomparable valour
And have reached heavenly parlour
The noblest daughter of mother India
A horror and terror to the wicked East India

You rode on a white horse
None could stop your force
you were the divine source
your sword was resplendent ofcourse

You are invincible  in warfare
For your life you did never care
The woman of Golden will
And have stood on the Renown hill

You are a true Indian woman
A pious daughter and a chaste wife
And sacrificed your life
To remove the people’s strife

You are a perennial source of inspiration
Mother India embrace your patriotic vision
I always remember your divine name
And fix your photo in my heart with a golden frame

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

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 am a pure devotee of God
And I go  to the temple every day
I am a very strict vegetarian
And keep my body very clean

Yesterday I went to the temple
While I was about to enter it
A ***** beggar touched my feet
And begged for alms

My body was polluted
And I went home
To have a purification bath
And got back and was taken aback

I was surrounded by
A host of beggars
Who touched my feet
One by one shamelessly

I was totally polluted
My sanctity is unfortunately lost
I will never get God’s innumerable blessings
I will never excuse the ***** beggars for their misgivings

After the incessant rain
Comes the glorious sunshine
A day’s depressing gloom
Is relieved by a blossoming bloom

After the tempest’s harm
Comes the great calm
An extreme pain
May give an unbelievable gain

The glorious sun rays
Dispel the dark ways
In the autumn the beautiful leaves fall
But in spring we hear the cuckoo’s melodious call

The summer heat almost consumes us
But we feel the cool breeze
Our suffocation it will release
And our uneasiness will soon cease

The rain sprinkles our heart
We are a part of nature’s art
Our life span may be short
But we should make it smart

I am not a heap of dry grass
To be burnt by a match stick
I am the great Indian soul
Which is as stupendous
And beautiful as the snow capped
Silvery Himalayas which have
Stood the test of time
And imperishable ,indestructible
Indescribable but admirable
But never to be conquered

The heart of a woman
is as deep and calm as
the sea
and as furious
and destructive
as  a tempest

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!

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

Life is a mysterious journey
From the cradle to the grave

To some it seems real honey
For earthly pleasures they become a slave

Some hanker after the riches
Others live in cozy houses
Some others live near ditches
Others suffer from chronic diseases

Everyone should transform to old age
In the end feels depressed and alone

He/she can move only in a carriage
Many riches he/she may own

Nobody loves an old man/woman
But he/she wants to live for some more time

The inevitable Death knocks at his/her door as common phenomenon
Man/woman follows Him leaving this world for the mortal crime

Well before the commencement of the spring
The British cuckoo or the Indian koel starts singing
With its sweet and natural melody
Some fools and children try to make a parody

It does not care somebody is listening
Or some others enjoying its singing
Or some fools and children start mocking
It goes on singing and singing in response to the mocking
Some fools think the koel suffer from some mania
but the fools suffer from xenophobia

They don’t like any thing new or sweet
And are not ready to give their hearty treat
They suffer from their foolish pride
and which they can never hide

You can’t become great by mocking at a cuckoo
It betrays your inner sick view
Among the seasons undoubtedly spring is the king
The melodious cuckoo or koel invariably does sing

THE MARRIAGE DAY
Marriage  in human life
Brings a man a wife
And a woman a husband
Who make their lives grand

It adds honour to one’s personality
And brings clarity to our duty
It brings joy to the bride, groom
And to every body in the betrothal room

It is not to unite two bodies
But to ignite two souls
It may give the couple a son
Who shines as bright as the sun

It may give them a daughter
Who is as useful as water
And makes their lives better
Why don’t we celebrate it on twitter?

We may celebrate it in peculiar ways
In different countries
The rituals may be variant
But the bond should  be permanent

Marriage makes the two people one
And makes their life a fun
It makes the civilization run
Why don’t we publicize it as  much as we can?

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

You are the Nightingale of Mayanmar
A cruel magic fakir has caged you for fifteen years
Your pathetic plights brings incessant tears
Into my sore eyes

Who can choke your sonorous song
Which devil can hold you for long
“heard melodies may be sweet
But unheard melodies are sweeter

Your soothing song has echoed into our ears
We have heard it for many silent periods
You have allayed our fears
We will kiss your beautiful feathers

You are an angelic bird
And have won the heart of the world
You can fly very high
And soar into the free sky

You are freed from the iron fenced cage
Nobody can stop the people’s volcanic rage
You are the eternal democratic spirit
You will surely be crowned for your unfailing merit

Poets are birds
Birds use wings
And poets imagination to soar
High into the sky
Birds have light wings
Poets have delightful souls
Like birds poets knew no boundaries
They can cross any ocean
Or any nation
The **** wakes the world with his singing
And the poet with his writing
A pea-**** makes a beautiful dance
The poet depicts it in the lively verse
A cuckoo tells the arrival of the spring
With her melodious song
The poet creates a beautiful poem on spring
Which will stay for so long
Like a crow the poet tells
The world to share food
Like an eagle
The poet can see very far
Each bird tells something new
With its way of living
Each poet tells something noble
With his way of scribbling
Birds are part of nature
Poets describe its feature
Only poets look into future
They are creatures of great stature