"rao" poems
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
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
Myself caught in the heatwave sunlight, brown eyes
furrowed in the sun, scarf loose on my neck/
the transcendental Denpasar morning-birds
are playing their melodies in my head still,
three years post-Indonesia.
All of my soul to India now,
sky the pink of painted elephants
on Jaipur dawning,
my afterlife was somewhere here
perhaps two generations ago, chances are.
Vijay Raghav Rao and Alla Rakha
playing the Tabla/via earphones/treading the
Funary Box City (Kashi) future Spring
hands held together keeping calm pace.
Looking about, my twenty-two year old face
catches humid wind
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tattered bike leaning on the gated guest house entrance
PERENNIAL AZURE SHIVA SITS CROSS LEGGED/
COBRA NECKLACE IMITIATONS ON THE GODDESS THROAT/
MEDITATING SHIVA/
dulled from years and corrosion.
Brahmin center of the market street
flapping it's tail,
sweat beads from my forehead bleeding
to oily pavement.
At last the months have come for the river Ganges,
April penumbra/savage thunderclap
while school children uplifting the heart
AND MIND
are ROARING in their laughter
the CONTINENTAL DISCORD OF JOY
sleeping with their eyes open
while others are too tired for the Earth.
Sidney Bechet floating swan songs during
the black hour cremations/
“Bechet Creole Blues”
CATERWAUL IN THAT VOID
THE METAMORPHOSIS OF DEATH/
LUNACY OF LIFE
(I've arrived at the simultaneous crossroads
of both)
searing flesh in open air pyramids/
Manikarnika Ghat,
Asia F
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through dreams
like inevitable prophecy
and as ash blends with stars
the CITY seems fulfilled
and mystifying
in it's
(((((RESPLENDENCE)))))
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Oh! Rama you are the most virtuous
You are the eldest son of king Dasaratha’s
You always stood by your word
You are the greatest man in the world
Your wife Sita is the most pious woman
Your step mother kaika asked your father for a boon
She asked you to go to the forest
She refused your father’s request
You obliged your father’s promise
He grieved to lose your loving kiss
Along with your chaste wife
In forest you spent fourteen years’ strenuous life
Brother Lakshmana shared your strife
He cut demon shurphanaka’s nose with a knife
The demon Ravana came in disguise
Sita fell a prey to his vice
He abducted her to his kingdom
Sita was deprived of her freedom
You wept for Sita like a man
Trials and tribulations are very common
You made friends with Lord Hanuman
He was undoubtedly a super man
He flew to Ravana”s kingdom
And relieved Sita”s boredom
He assured her Rama would **** the demon
Because He was supra human
In the fierce fight
You were too great for his sight
Ravana fell down in the battle field
Sita was freed from his yield
You were crowned king
Many songs did the people sing
We celebrate your birth day with religious zeal
All our troubles you will seal
By JVL NARASIMHA RAO
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
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
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
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
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
You're a Teacher first and a Parent second
As a father, you're doing great every second
You have always been true
And knew the right thing to do
No matter how much negativity surrounds you
We wonder how do you manage to
Forgive the ones who hurt you
You gave us everything from the bottom of your heart
We inherited our love for badminton, cricket, and art
The love you gave us and the values you taught
Are so priceless and can never be bought
Here's your Birthday song, "My Dad, My Hero"
Because without you, we are nothing but a Zero
>><><><><><<
Prem Kumar Tunuri
Sunil Jaikar Tunuri
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
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
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
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
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 6:40 AM UTC
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
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 5:57 AM UTC
Without you, what do I have?
In you, my mind has settled,
In my eyes, my dreams are imprisoned.
Day and night, in unbearable anguish have I waited,
But, just the bitter pain of separation, you have brought.
Never did you see what my heart yearned.
When all I wanted was light from you,
It is only darkness that you have filled me with.
Open my inner colors with your ray of love,
And bring hopes of life into my barren heart.
Release me from this anxiety by unchaining me,
I will have a new life with you,
I will see a new world through you.
~ Translation to English by Bharathi
From Kannada: "ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನನಗೇನಿದೆ?" by M. N. Vyasa Rao.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
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
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 6:07 AM UTC
Kirui Frank junior is thankful to Eliot,
The founder of this vast site
The pioneer of hellopoetry
The mentor and mother of both young and old
Gents and ladies who know little
About the vast field of poetry
I'm specifically thankful
For in this site,
I met a mother....a lecturer who cares
She corrects me and advice me
She whips me when I mess repetitively
Name withheld for good reason
Here I met old friends who proved real
I thank you
Rao
Quinfinn
Pradip.
Amongst many
I met agemates who proved real
I love you
You are many
I can't mention all of you
I met young people who proved good writers
I am happy for all of you.
Save for two pirates
Who betrayed themselves by sending mails
To dupe us
I am also happy for them,
For we get to learn from you...
In all of the mentioned
I love to share to the world
The feelings of my happiness
In the poems you post
From love
To hate
To days journals
To short orature
To songs
To puns
To short composition
To historic poems
And others
I learn from every piece
I like every piece
In all I see the beginner,the pioneer,the one and only Eliot.
And this honest thankful note be granted
Someday I will donate something better
To show my concern and heartfelt love.
Thank you again.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
I perhaps have to say helo'
for long i have lost on the low
poems that not trend
songs that are meaningless,
are those elsewhere,
in the world i've just left,
there is no sweet.
i missed you at hello poetry,
the daily stuff,that make my heart skip a beat
the poems i read more than five times,
not because they were tough,
they were nice and everytime isatiable,
so i had time,
to read and read...
everytime finding a new line to stress
getting a new point to chew,
and reading a new phrase aloud to recal,
in all,i missed hello poetry,
i missed the golden poets,
the friendly and guiding Nicole,
the inspiring Prandip,
the very concerned and confident Sahideen,
not to fotget Rao,
and all i cannot name,
this made me say heloo.
maybe,i need you reply me heloo.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
autumn river
the paddle swings
into a sigh
Written by
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
Since ages You stand tall,
All safe and sound, no fear or fall;
The mighty sky is what they call,
For you cover and composes it all!
Though far high and exalted,
But humble to embrace the Earth embedded!
You showed me the way to self realisation,
No ego clashes, no expectations just your dedication;
Dedication to shade the Earth and embellish it,
With the shining Sun and the glittering stars around it!
It says- No matter what you possess,
It's your Attitude that you Need to harness!
Nigar Rao
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
Let faith be your charioteer,
And you tread across without fear;
Live each day with gratefulness you bear,
And you'll ultimately flourish year after year!
Nigar Rao
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC