Quotes about asoka
Wake! Asia! Wake! (Part One)
Part One
It is night yet in the West
and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons halogens and amber
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
The cowherds' bare blistered feet already trample yesterday's dust into mud
and cartwheels strain in crusted fissures where rains only once or twice fell
while dreams fester in cosy centrally-heated silken beds in luxury flats
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
Tomorrow is yesteryear's planned strikes
buses trains taxis office machines lie soundlessly asleep
and will not wake until the battle over psychic comfort comes to an end
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!
For You there is no respite no pause
no tea-breaks with cheese biscuits or croissants
there's only the last container to crane over the dock in unpaid overtime
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poem by T. Wignesan
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It is forbidden to decry other sects; the true believer gives honour to whatever in them is worthy of honour.
It is forbidden to decry other sects the true believer gives honour to whatever in them is worthy of honour.
My awareness
I know when the Taj Mahal was built.
When did my grandfather build my house?
I know when King Asoka was born.
When was my grandfather born?
I know the world history, not my family history.
21.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is worse than a beast.
The soldiers loot and rape the war victims.
They get this license from their victory.
Ruthless acts come from the worthy citizens!
You would do what they did were you they.
War atrocities go unchecked, unpunished.
Roman Empires did and Hitler men did.
Asoka the Great did; so did all winners.
Alexander the Great did; so all religions.
Where went morals, taught and learnt from scriptures?
Where went the virtues, fervently pursued?
Where went the conscience, brought up by the race?
Man turns worse than a beast when he can.
26.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Indian Love Song
She
LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes,
Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love!
Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above
His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;
And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits
Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers.
He
Like the perfume in the petals of a rose,
Hides thy heart within my bosom, O my love!
Like a garland, like a jewel, like a dove
That hangs its nest in the asoka-tree.
Lie still, O love, until the morning sows
Her tents of gold on fields of ivory.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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She alone can judge
.
Who is masculine?
He, with the muscles of Hercules,
Or he, with the valour of Ulysses.
Who is masculine?
He, who swayed like Asoka, the Emperor,
Or he, who bullied like Hitler, the Dictator
Who is masculine?
He, who seduced so many,
Or he, who reproduced many
Who is masculine?
He, who lived in many sweet-hearts,
Or he who loved many sweet-hearts
Who is masculine?
He, who sent her to orgasm,
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A sneak preview
As winter makes
Its debut…
Eateries launch
Steaming
Soup week.
Hawker sets up shop
Under Asoka tree;
Spice up the noon.
Young couples
Snuggle
Behind shrubs.
Stoles and sweaters;
Colours
Galore.
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poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Experiences Really Matter! !
A little human wandered around the thoppu as she liked,
The clusters of banana pulled the trees to slant and strike
Tall and wide badam trees sheltered the squirrels and mynas,
Thousands of fish having their swimming practice in the school of pond,
Fast growing egg plants and lady's finger looked at her lovingly,
The diet trimmed asoka stood at the perimeter elegantly,
She was just an adventurous girl, walking on her own bravely,
Grandfather's coconut started to bloom and fruit recently,
The areca nut colored the trees with deep red hue, brightly
The companion betel leaves climb to show its green creeping,
The river was filled with water only six months a year,
The rickety bridge had lost few planks during last storm and thunder,
She saw the people walked and gathered on the other side,
Four people carried something on their shoulders and cried,
then they placed the stretcher of palm leaves on the pyre,
Flowers were strewn on the thing that was kept in there,
Someone lit it and it started to burn from small to big,
Everyone turned to return back to live their dreams,
that little girl ran back to inform what she had seen,
loving crowd at home shocked to listen to her summary,
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poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Lover's Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer
I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,
if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brinda
forest.
The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan
tree, and idly weaves gunja flowers into garlands, who loves to
splash and plunge in the Jamuna's cool deep stream.
He calls his companions to wake up when morning dawns, and all
the houses in the lane hum with the sound of the churn, clouds of
dust are raised by the cattle, the maidens come out in the
courtyard to milk the king.
As the shadows deepen under the tomal trees, and the dusk
gathers on the river-banks; when the milkmaids, while crossing the
turbulent water, tremble with fear; and loud peacocks, with tails
outspread, dance in the forest, he watchers the summer clouds.
When the April night is sweet as a fresh-blown flower, he
disappears in the forest with a peacock's plume in his hair; the
swing ropes are twined with flowers on the branches; the south wind
throbs with music, and the merry shepherd boys crowd on the banks
of the blue river.
No, I will never be the leader, brothers, of this new age of
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poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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