"ravana" poems - Hello Poetry

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

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Dec 28, 2010

Dec 28, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

HAPPY PONGAL

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

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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

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC

jvl-narasimha-rao

THE RAMAYANA RETOLD IN VERSE

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

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They tell me to stick to my roots because roots lead up to shoots. They tell me to stick to my origin unaware of how it acts as a prison, My roots are Draupadi's hair that was twisted and lugged, my roots are Panchali's saree that was tugged. My roots are Sita's wrist Ravana wrested, my roots are where Ahalya's chastity rested. My roots are parasites that eat up its own herb and **** my roots are rat snakes that eat up its own tissue and meat. My roots are flames of fire that created and watered the plant of Sati, my roots are pools of blood and long ropes that drowned and hanged LaxmiBai and Moolmati. My roots are the dish misogyny flavoured with patriarchy, my roots are naked streams of Ganga washing off their lynching and anarchy. My roots are all the poison Shiva drank during the churning of the sea, my roots are Dhritrashtra's aspirations and ambiguity. My roots are its own herbivore, my roots are the lava that burns its own floor. And my roots are my flesh and bone, so I am stitched to my roots altogether, all alone. So as I cut my own roots, my roots chop me, hence I stick to my roots while my roots remain free.

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May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 4:00 AM UTC

Kirangoswami

Grounded

They tell me to stick to my roots because roots lead up to shoots. They tell me to stick to my origin unaware of how it acts as a prison, My roots are Draupadi's hair that was twisted and lugged, my roots are Panchali's saree that was tugged. My roots are Sita's wrist Ravana wrested, my roots are where Ahalya's chastity rested. My roots are parasites that eat up its own herb and **** my roots are rat snakes that eat up its own tissue and meat. My roots are flames of fire that created and watered the plant of Sati, my roots are pools of blood and long ropes that drowned and hanged LaxmiBai and Moolmati. My roots are the dish misogyny flavoured with patriarchy, my roots are naked streams of Ganga washing off their lynching and anarchy. My roots are all the poison Shiva drank during the churning of the sea, my roots are Dhritrashtra's aspirations and ambiguity. My roots are its own herbivore, my roots are the lava that burns its own floor. And my roots are my flesh and bone, so I am stitched to my roots altogether, all alone. So as I cut my own roots, my roots chop me, hence I stick to my roots while my roots remain free.

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Enter Ravana I I Had Hadn't I? Told Rama, As I Was Dying, That I'll Rise Again, In Face Of Corruption, **** All The Moral Values, Of Your Future Land, Kith Would **** Kin, Left Would Cheat, So Right Suffers, Legs So Thick, That Bleed, On, And On, As They Move, Causing Much Pain, And Suffering As Well, Even As The People Move, Along The Path Well Beaten, Haven't I Passed My Own Test? Yes I Definitely Have Passed It, Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! I Just Fought For My Sister, People Have No Respect, They **** Their Sister, I Cursed You Right! For Your Reply, Since ages I've, Waited For A, Befitting Solution, To The Besotting, Puzzle, I Cursed, For, Your, Nation!

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Mar 21, 2013

Mar 21, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC

Atul

And Ravana Lives Again

Enter Ravana I I Had Hadn't I? Told Rama, As I Was Dying, That I'll Rise Again, In Face Of Corruption, **** All The Moral Values, Of Your Future Land, Kith Would **** Kin, Left Would Cheat, So Right Suffers, Legs So Thick, That Bleed, On, And On, As They Move, Causing Much Pain, And Suffering As Well, Even As The People Move, Along The Path Well Beaten, Haven't I Passed My Own Test? Yes I Definitely Have Passed It, Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! I Just Fought For My Sister, People Have No Respect, They **** Their Sister, I Cursed You Right! For Your Reply, Since ages I've, Waited For A, Befitting Solution, To The Besotting, Puzzle, I Cursed, For, Your, Nation!

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We're found to be cut off but not long ago! Some burn us with sparklers and we get modulated as flames in a flash by yielding fire flowers to your night sky And you numskulls think that we die. Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery. It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils. But what about those bed evils Who attack upon on lassies With the holler word called “babies” To accomplish their own seductive urge. What about those drunken buffoons In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention. What about the brute twice the age of his married daughter bites into the soul of a maiden. Spitting the venomous words and incapacitates the heart Numbness spreads all over her body after the spiteful attack. For heaven's sake Don't point your fingers on us We're better than you I being Ravan, The biggest devotee of lord Siva And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari Been burned with ten heads For just kidnapping Sita Whereas I returned her with due respect. But these days people use women like toys by fulfilling their joys. And Mahishasura, Who could worship so hard to impress three lords was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women. But these days people **** the female child before birth thinking daughters as burden on earth. If still you don't get atonement Just think this poem as a complement And just think how better are we as your opponent. May the whole world call us demon or devil But first learn to tackle the inner evil. If possible put pins and needle to such people Then the world will be in next level.

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Oct 5, 2017

Oct 5, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC

ankit-mohanty

Are Ravana and Mahishasura Devils? (Ankit Mohanty).

We're found to be cut off but not long ago! Some burn us with sparklers and we get modulated as flames in a flash by yielding fire flowers to your night sky And you numskulls think that we die. Some sculp us with molten cruelty as symbol of mockery. It's Good enough that we we're just called as devils. But what about those bed evils Who attack upon on lassies With the holler word called “babies” To accomplish their own seductive urge. What about those drunken buffoons In those paved streets under the feeble streetlights stalking the fragile once either for fun or for a wrong intention. What about the brute twice the age of his married daughter bites into the soul of a maiden. Spitting the venomous words and incapacitates the heart Numbness spreads all over her body after the spiteful attack. For heaven's sake Don't point your fingers on us We're better than you I being Ravan, The biggest devotee of lord Siva And had an extremely loyal wife like Mandodari Been burned with ten heads For just kidnapping Sita Whereas I returned her with due respect. But these days people use women like toys by fulfilling their joys. And Mahishasura, Who could worship so hard to impress three lords was eventually killed by Durga and could meet the death by hands of powerful women. But these days people **** the female child before birth thinking daughters as burden on earth. If still you don't get atonement Just think this poem as a complement And just think how better are we as your opponent. May the whole world call us demon or devil But first learn to tackle the inner evil. If possible put pins and needle to such people Then the world will be in next level.

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I don't want to be like ravana Who always looking for vedavati figure Never tired searching for a figure who isn't exist anymore in the world Although vedavati as a body has long gone in the world But her soul is immortal Immortal in the niches and minds of ravana Her name will be eternal in his soul Either ravana can't forget her Or Indeed himself who doesn't want to forget her Maybe it's too divine to forget her beauty His real love doesn't belongs to Citrawati, Kausalya, Mandodari, and not also Sita They just a similar figure to vedavati His eternal love belongs to vedavati

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Aug 12, 2017

Aug 12, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC

_nanimono

Dear My Vedavati,

I don't want to be like ravana Who always looking for vedavati figure Never tired searching for a figure who isn't exist anymore in the world Although vedavati as a body has long gone in the world But her soul is immortal Immortal in the niches and minds of ravana Her name will be eternal in his soul Either ravana can't forget her Or Indeed himself who doesn't want to forget her Maybe it's too divine to forget her beauty His real love doesn't belongs to Citrawati, Kausalya, Mandodari, and not also Sita They just a similar figure to vedavati His eternal love belongs to vedavati

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Dear students Examinations denote That you and teachers clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their time and energy for this rowboat. Mind that nurtures it will surely vote Their success to teacher to roam afloat. Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote Examinations did need a nice quote. Whether you be known or remote Is decided by many reports wrote. Evil or bad about exams is misquote By all as it leads us to get more groat. Ravana like teachers do connote: Exams are tiny tot like just a mote. The only tool which writes footnote For children and save them from a dote. Lastly, it is just like Gita a good keynote.

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Aug 13, 2017

Aug 13, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC

ksjpari

Examinations – A Devil Part 1

Dear students Examinations denote That you and teachers clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their time and energy for this rowboat. Mind that nurtures it will surely vote Their success to teacher to roam afloat. Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote Examinations did need a nice quote. Whether you be known or remote Is decided by many reports wrote. Evil or bad about exams is misquote By all as it leads us to get more groat. Ravana like teachers do connote: Exams are tiny tot like just a mote. The only tool which writes footnote For children and save them from a dote. Lastly, it is just like Gita a good keynote.

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Lagya c menu tenu pyar bada, menu tere te etbaar bada. Mileya tenu ik bahana tu ** *** meri zindagi cho ravana. Rokea me v nai c dil ch narazgi ruki tu bi nai jaldi tenu chad ke c jaan di. rokna ta chaunda c kyuki dil tenu chaunda c, par kida rokda tenu tu sade raste krte alag c. Jaan magro tere yaadan teriyan ch kho gya, bhidh vich lokan di kala jeha hho gaya,. Raatan jaag jaag katiyan te roi meri akh c, Jidan di tu mere to hoi wakh c. Holi holi tere bin jeena sikh lawan ga par 26 feb nu kiwe bhulanga?

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Mar 29, 2018

Mar 29, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC

Chd

26 feb 2018

Lagya c menu tenu pyar bada, menu tere te etbaar bada. Mileya tenu ik bahana tu ** *** meri zindagi cho ravana. Rokea me v nai c dil ch narazgi ruki tu bi nai jaldi tenu chad ke c jaan di. rokna ta chaunda c kyuki dil tenu chaunda c, par kida rokda tenu tu sade raste krte alag c. Jaan magro tere yaadan teriyan ch kho gya, bhidh vich lokan di kala jeha hho gaya,. Raatan jaag jaag katiyan te roi meri akh c, Jidan di tu mere to hoi wakh c. Holi holi tere bin jeena sikh lawan ga par 26 feb nu kiwe bhulanga?

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लॉकडाउन हो गया देश में संकट बड़ा ही भारी है जब बन्द हो गए सभी घरों में तब कुछ सेवाएं ज़ारी हैं बन्द हो गए मंदिर सारे लोगों के मन मुरझाये हैं अस्पतालों में देखा हमने भगवान निकल कर आये हैं, खुद की परवाह किये बिना दिन रात जो सेवा करते हैं देकर नई जिंदगी हमको खुद रोज़ मौत से लड़ते हैं मुश्किल भारी इस घड़ी में कोरोना जैसे रावण है कोरोना की कमर तोड़ने आया पुलिस प्रसाशन है घर परिवार को छोड़ कर अपने गली सड़कों पर खड़े हुए न घुसने देंगे कोरोना को इस बात पर सब डटे हुए दोस्तों ये समय है ऐसा हम सबको साथ आना है बेवज़ह घर से न निकलकर कोरोना को सफल बनाना है। www.youtube.com/POETRY Protector of the country ..Lockdown in the country The crisis is too heavy When all the houses were closed Then some services are released Temple closed People's minds are withering We saw in hospitals God has come out, Regardless of myself Those who serve day and night Giving us new life Fight yourself to the death every day Hard heavy in this hour Corona is like Ravana Corona's back break Aaya is a police officer Leaving home family Street standing Will not allow corona All set to the point This is the time friends We all have to come together Not needlessly leaving the house Corona has to succeed.

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Apr 2, 2020

Apr 2, 2020 at 7:19 AM UTC

minipoetry

देश के रक्षक

लॉकडाउन हो गया देश में संकट बड़ा ही भारी है जब बन्द हो गए सभी घरों में तब कुछ सेवाएं ज़ारी हैं बन्द हो गए मंदिर सारे लोगों के मन मुरझाये हैं अस्पतालों में देखा हमने भगवान निकल कर आये हैं, खुद की परवाह किये बिना दिन रात जो सेवा करते हैं देकर नई जिंदगी हमको खुद रोज़ मौत से लड़ते हैं मुश्किल भारी इस घड़ी में कोरोना जैसे रावण है कोरोना की कमर तोड़ने आया पुलिस प्रसाशन है घर परिवार को छोड़ कर अपने गली सड़कों पर खड़े हुए न घुसने देंगे कोरोना को इस बात पर सब डटे हुए दोस्तों ये समय है ऐसा हम सबको साथ आना है बेवज़ह घर से न निकलकर कोरोना को सफल बनाना है। www.youtube.com/POETRY Protector of the country ..Lockdown in the country The crisis is too heavy When all the houses were closed Then some services are released Temple closed People's minds are withering We saw in hospitals God has come out, Regardless of myself Those who serve day and night Giving us new life Fight yourself to the death every day Hard heavy in this hour Corona is like Ravana Corona's back break Aaya is a police officer Leaving home family Street standing Will not allow corona All set to the point This is the time friends We all have to come together Not needlessly leaving the house Corona has to succeed.

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