For an immature poet like me the rhyme
Becomes the greatest crime

I want to write a poem on a piece of soap
Or the greatness of the Italian Pope

I talk about the faithfulness of a pet dog
Or the great utility of a school bag

I can write a poem on a match stick
Since I feel, for poetry there is no yardstick

Mr George J Jerry thinks My poetry is rather Awkward
I can no longer go any forward

He feels my poetry is meant for un-schooled
I don’t think I am even a bit fooled

He opines my poems are mere mush
And I am making unnecessary fuss

In fact I am very much cooled
Because I think I am correctly ruled

The sun sends his gorgeous light
A poet gives us inestimable delight
The sun brightens the world with his glorious rays
And the poet illuminates it with his poetic ways

The sun sometimes hides him self in the cloud
And the poet at gloomy times in the crowd
The eclipse may darken the sun for a while
And the society may subject the poet for a trial

The sun gives us necessary heat
And the poet makes his/her aesthetic feat
The sun is the life giver for the universe
The poet is the truth lover with his/her verse

The poet can view
Where the sun has no clue
I worship the sun god
And adore the poetic lord

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

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

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

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

You were the architect of the nation
And loved it with great passion
You flew the eternal dove
For your inimitable greatness I bow

You were the true disciple of Bapuji
And dearly called chachaji
You were an Arjuna
In the war of independence

You loved the dear kids
And treated them as tender buds
You wore a rose in your button hole
Elevating India is your noble goal

We fulfill your beautiful dream
And follow your spiritual cream
We love our children
As they are our true vision