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Presence or Presents?

The dawn of the day
Wore the birthday—
Colourful festoons_
Beautiful balloons—
Relishable Cakes—
Loving hand-shakes—
Jubilancy with buoyant festivity!

Presents! Oh! Presents!
Varieties of them!
From cute bottles of scents
To many valuable jems-
From useful articles
To futile particles!

'Oh! Why bother with presents?
Happy so - with your presence! '
'Why this? '
'Why that? '

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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Sorrow clouded in happiness

Sorrow Clouded in Happiness

The little sweet girl of eight,
With her pony tail straight;
And a face luminously bright,
Was such a lovely sight!

With sparkling eyes full of glee,
She smugly sat on my knee,
'Uncle', 'Uncle', queried she,
'What do you think of me? '

My thoughts ran wild-and wild,
O'er the leaves that were filed
In the archives of the mind, now mild
With the years that have piled.

How can I tell my mind to her,
That I thought better of her,

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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Today

There has been a day like today
But a fresh new day is today
It is a unique day today
It is wide open today
All the answers for our questions has today

Let us dream today
Let us laugh today
Let us share our love today
Let us express our greatness today
Let us trade many a yesterday for today

Let us perform our tasks today
Let us make it a magnificent today
Let us thank God for giving life today
Let us thank God for seeing His creations today
Let us love most about today

A golden day is today
For it is a fact today

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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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On A Listless Noon

on a listless noon!

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the noon sits heavily upon the earth-
the sullen wind grumbles through the tired leaves-
the trees droop down their gloomy branches-

the roadside noises punch my aching head;
the clouds are stickily stagnant
as the moss -spread on a soulless lake-

the time fades lazily
as the curling smoke thread from the incense stick-
one by one the black clouds devour the afternoon sun

and the sun wriggles out of their throats sluggishly-
the nature is listless and sober
as my dreams of life!

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poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Acrostic to Mrs.Prema Kumari

P rema kumari, our dear colleague from Data Centre,
R egards and wishes best, offer we, as you W&A Project/Bangalore enter,
E dging your way from Integral Coach Factory / Perambur /Chennai,
M iss you, sure, all of us, ever will-
A s the association is but long to mill!

K indness to your good nature grilled,
U nalloyed happiness, your heart to be ever filled,
M any, many years of prosperous life to lead—
A romatic sweet souls to bud and flower
R elay we our prayers to that Great Power
I nfiltrating kind thoughts that would resound for ever!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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A Man from Mesopotamia

I asked a man from Mesopotamia

What is life

He asked me in turn

The thane of Fife had a wife

Where is she now

The rolling seas that drowned thousand ships

Of Ur Mesopotamia

And that laughed at the gasoline afire

Flung into her breast

When fire broke out in Iraq

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poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Old Age

I never knew till I reached my old age

that so much joy and happiness were in store for me

N ow I know that I used to carry useless boulders

on my shoulders and mistook them for priceless treasure

On the road the dacoits robbed me of most of my belongings

Thanks to the capitalist world that breeds inequality

Thanks to Fortune that is the gigolo of the rich and powerful

Now the

load of ego and pride have alighted from my head

Light and happy now I cand bend my head before everyone

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poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Prospero

Do you know the type of a prosperous man
Worldly wise
Knows how to get his daughter married
To a kings son
He is Prospero
His archetype is Satan
He slyly entered into the Eden
And taught Caliban language
And what else Caliban could do with language
But to curse
Prospero made the spirit of air a slave
And tormented the spirit of earth
And finally felt that he was successful
His brother came under his spell
Happy man he was now prepared for death
A poor man indeed so unlike Shakespeare
So unlike Caliban
Did Caliban ever write tragedies and comedies

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Let us realize our blessings

Early morning the sun's rays brings
The effulgence. The bird sweetly sings!

We open our eyes to a fresh new day.
And the morning breeze fans us away.

The colourful flowers happily sway,
Alluring the butterflies with them to play.

Clouds of cotton sail over the azure sky,
The green trees sway their branches by.

The mellifluous music assails our way,
Nature enchants us all over the day.

Our minds at these bounce and say,
The world is for us to be glad and gay.

Absolutely, our blessings we rarely realize,
We only harp on our deprivation and criticize!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Lord Buddha

Buddha roared like a lion

and thundered upon the world

the message of love and karunaa

Buddha was as loving as the kangaroo

He wanted to carry the groaning world

in the bag close to her belly

to reach them to nirvaana

Buuddha showed up in the world

as if from nowhere

just as a snake does

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poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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