Banish And Tarnish Hunger !

Once I had a golden dream,
I saw ten thousand kids weep,
On the banks of Tennyson's stream,
For bread and butter without sleep,

They took bath and drank one by one,
In good faith to banish their hunger,
Waters of Lethe failed,hunger not undone,
Hungry children moved,could wait no longer.

In vain many a stream they witnessed,
Children's queue moved to a river near.
Spell-bound drank,found hunger reversed,
Shocked to see an holy angel so dear.

The blessing angel smiled to go,
"I'm your MGR" reverberated the echo.

Yesupatha Savarimuthu.

Drinking Water A Millian Dollar !

Rains, God's mercy who knows?
Yet water becomes so scarce,
Women suffer from water woes,
No water despite a great resource.

Empty earthen pot on the head,
For water women go miles away,
In quarrels even let their blood,
Do scramble for water every day.

Giving blood for water a shame,
O ! India nationalise all rivers,
Thereby save the nation's name,
Interlink and see perennial waters.

Oh !Arise before the next sunrise,
Make this nation a great paradise.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Mother Teresa !

A true torch bearer of Jesus Christ,
Lives for those in the sorrow's midst,
Ever nurses the ailing sick,
And toils for the poor and the meek,

She does implement Christ's doctrines,
So His own flourishing mercy rains,
Wipes away the falling tear,
Of those innumerable neglected poor,

Among nuns the humblest,
And among women the simplest,
Burns with the zeal of Christ,
A superb mother on earth blessed,

On every human agony she sighed,
Sees Christ in the eyes of every child,
She deeply loves her God on the cross,
And she finds every pain to pass,

Her works so great, but a drop in the ocean,
The world should follow suit in true emotion,
Her deeds outshine the monuments in marble,
She in turn ennobles the honour of the Nobel.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Forget And Forgive !

Ofcourse forgetfulness makes a bliss,
Man would be swayed between quarters,
Has to forget many a heartless kiss,
If memory to persist,create martyrs.

If quarrels to remain in our hearts,
Broken love still to haunt our mind,
Oh!man would be torn to parts,
Partings of kith and kin to remind.

Its golden hand extends a boon,
When elated in flying wings,
Man ebbs high as the sun in the noon,
He forgets and forgives all bickerings.

Oh ! it still betters bitter memories,
And the world through the centuries.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

True Color True Valor !

Eating one's own word,
When he changes his colors,
Makes him a coward,
He is a man without valors.

He is called a coward,
Often he changes side,
Surely he goes unhonoured,
Thus he makes the gulf wide.

Having changed will he be there?
Little creature like chameleon,
Question issues next place where?
Weeps for him on and on,

She in her eyes with tears,
Gets he rage somehow to kill her,
To him daily appears,
Poorthing ! so she often changes color.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

For Whom The Bell Tolls !

Peace symbolizes stately olive tree,
In its branches many found solace,
And for every visitor gave glee,
An abode of hope for a sinful face,

Olive disappointed Judas Iscariot,
In search of peace, a new comer,
Repented his betrayal of Jesus Christ,
Penitent over dirty thirty silver.

Came in search of peace,he hanged-
A tree an emblem of peace and grace,
His sin of blood-money boomeraged,
Deprived him of heavenly peace.

For sinners against Jesus tolls the bell,
Olive rightly gave him only hell.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Noon Meal For School Children !

Green are the plains and hills,
White are the old mountains,
Robins dance with the daffodils,
Milky are the falling fountains.

Yonder echoing gleeful cukoo,
Sings a joyful strain,
She-bird it really wants to woo,
It's not love in vain.

All Wordsworthian Nature rich but-
The cursed hunger in childhood,
Who bothers and cares about that?
Make hunger an outlaw for good,

To school children MGR drops 'Manna'
A noble disciple of Dr.Anna.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Oh ! St.Teresa Of Avila !

Dark clouds that rain,
Not source of mercy,
The rain that we obtain,
Only shows God's clemency,

Supreme Power ever reigns,
Do we acknowledge that power?
Almighty alone takes our pains,
So trust Him firmly for ever,

I recall my wasted years,
Past and forgettable loss,
Confined to my bed of tears,
Long years,long tears alas!

My loss can be my gain,
By His power I so believe,
Lowly and miserable I strain,
His grace alone can reprieve,

Oh! Lord bless,relieve my torments,
And to walk in my wedding garments.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Tears And Only Tears !

I am the eternal ruler,
Even those great kings,
Can't exhiit their valor,
And queens sing my hymns.

Creation's crown the mankind,
Somehow or other passes through me,
Yet I'm not so much unkind,
None from my claws can go free,

So many come under my rule,
Some out of love,emotions and ego,
No exception and nobody can fool,
And so many out of fear and sorrow.

Tears are shed for a while or for years,
I call myself 'Tears And Only Tears'.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Star Of Bethleham !

A star in the sky foretells,
A true story of new love,
A new life that God wills,
A new hope descends from above.

Emulates poverty ,embeds humility,
Gives healings,removes ill-feelings,
Promises peace and tranquility,
Poor shepherds as well as rich kings,

Here makes no difference,
Shepherds'cup overflow,kings so low,
On seeing the newborn babe hence,
God's ways are mysterious so,

The day of blessings not very far,
So fly high the Christmas Star.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Wolves Tigers Fight Lambs Die !

All these men turn devils,
And practice only evils,
Kill thousands of Tamils,
In their own native hills,

Innocent owner of the land,
Shed their own blood,
In their own native island,
Killers turn the ocean red,

Who has eyes to see ?
Bloody waves of Indian sea,
Who has ears to hear ?
The roaring waves of tear,

All nations have drawn a curtain,
But murders in thousands certain,
We are blind,deaf and dumbs,
Barbarians heavily beat their drums,

Stranded Tamils stand on the street,
The howling guns do greet,
Wolves and Tigers fight,Lambs die,
Innocent muted civilians cry,

Human rights gone to the wind,
Here in SriLanka men so unkind,
Wither values and dialogues,
Let the world go to the dogs.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

On First Christmas Day-Preston Jude !

Preston Jude with a sweet name,
Celebrates his "First Christmas",
Jude Thaddeus, his saint of fame,
With all kith and kin in holy mass.

He plays with electronic toys,
Moves on his knees,trying to sit,
Makes face with little boys,
Everyone he sees,he smiles at.

Thereby shows his milk-tooth,
Smartly learns milk-walk,
Whatever he bites,takes to mouth,
In Greek and Latin tries to talk.

He just utters only'ya-ya'and 'ba-ba',
A cute child of Emerson and Sheeba.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

The Christmas Bells !

'God the Father' sends a message,
To each and everyone of us,
A message of love and courage,
To all the countries including the US.

In one single blessing ringtone,
To all the people White or black,
To save the people by son His Own,
To put the derailed, on back to track.

He blesses with infinite kindness,
His rage ends,joy descends,
To make the sinful world sinless,
All sorrows the new covenant ends.

'The Saviour is born'God's Angel tells,
And rings the Christmas Bells.


Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

No Rights No Freedom Alas!

There is a method in their madness,
Only a set of people they kill,
They murder in rage without kindness,
In atrocities ever dwell and drill,

Desecrates the Houses of Prayer,
In this land length and breadth,
Enjoys killing the innocent believer,
Priests attacked,sisters raped with,

No law prevails in many an Indian hamlet,
None can drive the victims away,
No fault, no breach,no freedom yet,
Sons not orphans we will ever stay.

Thunderbolts are near, you will see,
Yet it is my land and my country.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Mothers Care Wards Don't Care !

I was in a pensive mood,
There was a great banyan tree,
In the midst of a thick wood,
That sheltred the birds in glee,

Some on the branches were sitting,
New born were clamouring for food,
Some in the nest were hatching,
The labouring mother fed the brood,

Grown amid joy and sound,
Flew high in the crimson sky,
Their happiness knew no bound,
Bidding the mother goodbye.

So much sorrow on the mother's eyes,
Still she stared at the lonely skies.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Air Pollution No Redemption !

Plant a living Christmas tree,
To avoid serious tribulation,
To make the world free,
From its sins of pollution.

Let us fill the Ozone Layer,
Create a better universe to live,
With trees of immense prayer,
You can ! if only you believe,

New clothes exchange of sweets,
None so significant in this globe,
Friendly visits,number of treats,
Look at the new born babe.

Born to redeem, born to serve,
' Cleaner Air' our motto to observe.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Satyam- A Dishoest Guy !

What's in a name ?
Rose would smell the same,
Even with some other name,
Years ago said the bard of fame
,
How prophetic Shakespeare today is!
Good name with a stinking smell,
Satyam means Truth, not lies,
A Dishonest Devil of the hell.

Raju cooked books for seven years,
A sinking ship,damage so titanic,
Caused global investors to tears,
Fraud of conspiracy wickedly satanic,

O ! tale of two cities is very sad,
Lehman's New York,Raju's Hyderabad.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Slumdog Millionaire !

A nation of one billion,
India of hard working force,
Suffers from below poverty line,
All their dreams end in farce,

Yet laurels are won in scince,
Technology,Space and Defence,
With many terror-like hindrance,
Resolutely on the path of progress,

All Indians will be a millionaire,
Slumdog barks so well all over,
Indian music burns with a fire,
Scales higher than the Twin Tower,

At stone-throw fell Two Oscar,
Jaiho! is very near not very far.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Without Sixth Sense !

Shed them now if you have tears,
Don't dry them weep on more,
People live under duress and fears,
Uncertainity and dismay soar,

Banks after banks go insolvent,
Millions lose jobs,go about aimless,
Future so bleak,life so irrelevant,
Even Wall Street becomes worthless,

Call it depression or recession,
Man made turmoil,who is to war,
For new deal or for construction ?
Homes without people,roads without car,

Banks without money,guys no confidence,
Alas! Economy without sixth sense.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Lincoln,Tearfully Yours !

Lincoln you should be living now,
To liberate the toiling bonded slaves,
Send your ghost to India with love,
Slaves do toil for their barons'estates.

You know some people on God's name,
Daily suffer inhuman indignity,
This on human history a blot,a shame,
Kept in slums segregated,as a colony.

Degrade them as Harijans,untouchables,
O ! You Father of Slaves defeat death,
Let not America live in fables
Outlaw casteism from the good earth.

Let everyone take Lincoln's torch,
To eradicate slavery in its march.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Your Name I Gave My Elder Son !

A love so strange and ever rare,
It's beyond race, creed and color,
Read your bursting verses I swear,
Heard but never seen your valor.

The sun and the moon may go blank,
Make your ever going brook dry,
Your words go for ever to top rank,
Thus all your hopes thrive,never belie.
,
So your foot- prints live for ages,
Ever green in my heart you live,
Those sacred words of golden pages,
Your memories lofty new thoughts give.

I fear forgetfulness,Oh ! Lord Tennyson,
So your name I gave my elder son
.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

The Miners OF K.G.F On The Street !

The miners of K.G.F explore,
In great deep they risk life,
For gold from the hard rock ore,
No new dawn for children and wife,

His life a saga of untold misery,
Goes in search of gold's site,
Unwritten story of gloom and worry
In dark struggles with his headlight.

Travels in the unknown land,
His arms rewrite India's fate,
For the yellow metal of legend,
Makes this historic nation great.

But humbled in poverty stands bare,
His fate to many a rare nightmare.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Wheel Chair !

So suddenly I was in a wheel chair,
To walk like a babe I tried,
How can I disown my legs so bare,
Probably CVA the doctor decried.

Remorse, grief and tears ran over,
The very joy the devil has taken,
Yet my faith waxed in Jesus power,
Made me think that I was forsaken.

The whole family solidly stood behind,
In fervent prayers for mercy and grace,
But like a rock waited for Jesus kind,
Yet no happiness in everyone's face.

Jesus would touch me,on a fine morrow,
To take away the wheel chair of sorrow.

Footnote:
The Poet who is a Paraplegic patient on the Wheel Chair
for about ten years.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu

Jude The Name We Admire !

Preston Jude a divine gift of God,
O!Prince of Peace bless him for ever,
So much kind to us,we do nod,
Seeing the new born,joy ends never.

Sorrows do disappear,
O!St.Jude protect my grandson,
New energy doth reappear,
Son of your devotee Emerson.

Make him noble at heart,
Through all Seven Ages of Man,
From scripture never to depart,
Take care, that you can,

O performing Saint of Fame,
Bless the child with your Name.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Unsung,Unhonoured,Unwept !

We love Gandhi,the nation's father,
Adore Jawaharlal Nehru the policy maker,
Indira Gandhi,commander of high respect,
Rajiv Gandhi India's architect,

In the hearts such leaders ever live,
Their promises people did believe,
Election may come and go,
But morale was high,never low,

Today we speak lies,give false promises,
Know to shed crocodile tears,
Decry a cause,when suits espouses,
Double tongue,the need of the hours
,
Right means a bygone story,
By hook or crook we need victory,
Comrades have one foot here and there,
Never true to the salt beware,

For pseudo-patriots ,country not first,
The nation they want to enslave,
Such men go to the grave,
Unsung, unhonoured and unwept
.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Saint Anthony In Indian Cabinet !

The character of Kerala takes pride,
In his simplicity and honesty,
His clean image,he can never hide,
For him honesty is the best policy,

The lives of one billion in his defence,
He would never compromise transparentcy,
Blessed with ability and good sense,
India’s integrity his life and legacy.

His eyes are peace and security,
Guards from terror across the border,
His hands are nation's safety,
Makes A.K.Anthony vgilant for ever,

Yet he believes not in his own powers,
"St.Anthony of Padua" in him does wonders.

Footnote:
Mr.A.K.Anthony,the Defence Minister of India,
in the Indian Cabinet of the Prime Minister Dr.Manmohan Singh.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Unfinished And Undone !

Thirty years of war has come to stop,
Only lives have lost,yet no liberty,
Sri Lanka shaped like aTear-Drop,
War has ended in tears of tragedy.

Prabakaran the legend is no more,
Yet Tamil nation weep in their hearts,
We have no tears, our eyes sore,
Island nation of Tamils,torn to parts.

The story has been so bleak,
But for the blunder he did,
Eelam has not emerged as he did seek,
That our amiable son he did kill.

One billion Indians bitterly wept,
In every Indian still Rajiv lives,
Sins have his dreams swept,
Only sorrow the sad story leaves.

Go in peace perverted genius of Eelam hills,
India will support the disrupted Tamils.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Terror In Australia And Somalia !

O Australia ! no race is born to win,
Adolf Hitler the despot, where is he now?
His Nazism found only the dustbin,
What's right,may be wrong tomorrow.

Even Einstein faces challenges of dispute,
Ramanujan an Indian invented zero,
Indian students,not without repute,
Like him we have so many a hero.

Indian students,do not under estimate,
Before their knowledge,do not dare,
Their brains extraordinarily vibrate,
You have shed Indian blood,beware.

You take pride in simple arithmetics,
You have lost beauty,face and grace,
But we in super computer techniques,
Look ! ever triumphed over race.

Somalians rob on the high Streams,
But you rob students very dreams.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Good Father,Bad Godfather !

At the time of sacred baptism,
A Godfather without egoism,
Comes in, to play responsibilities,
And to perform onerous duties,

To the Godchild to live,
Spiritual upbringing the motive,
A life-long episode in favour,
Like an uncle or good sponsor,

A significant role to play,
Godfathers are not candles today,
But I see modern fathers who move,
Earth below and heaven above,

For their own family and children,
Amass wealth without rest and fun,
Unless be a good Godfather,
You 'll ever be a bad father.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu

No Wickets Even In Bloody Crickets !

Racism in Australia stands all above,
It's fires will end up in useless ashes,
Call back our Indian work forces,
And knowledge forces together right now.

They deserve not,our own sacrifice,
Why enrich still hard-core racists,
Create awareness in the students eyes,
Liberate them from the fascists.

Accomodate all,before it's alarming,
So many Black and White are learning,
And working here in India why?
Hate begets hate,racism bring nigh.

India is not racist but socialist,
Constitution guards socialism and secularism,
We ever love humanism never racism,
India a nation of peace-loving humanists,

Oh! Auatralia to you no more wickets,
We will surpass even in bloody crickets.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Men happy,Women Unhappy !

American Economists' survey declares,
That men are happy, women unhappy,
Female happiness in America declines,
Men have failed to takeup responsibility.

Fair sex to perfom emotional duty,
And to maintain home and family,
Office work plus second shift at home,
Domestic drudgeries to peak gone.

American mind-set,do not allow,
A woman to become nation's President,
However high educational attainment,
Male chauvinism high,men so low.

In India woman is better than man,
The President of India a woman,
The Speaker of Parliament another woman,
Sonia Gandhi Congress chairman,

Reservation in Parliament positions,
Coming up a revolutionary new legislation,
Oh! men make women happy,
Oh! women make men happy.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

JAF- A Tragedy On The Atlantic !

All roads lead to Rome,
Shows the supremacy of Vatican,
With safe roads can do all we can,
Reach distant end or nearby home,

King Asoka evolved a good road-sense,
Laid roads,planted trees dense,
On both sides of the roads throughout,
Panorama!on all the way about,

The roads in India yet to improve,
Difference in roads we disapprove,
Urban roads golden,rural yet bronze,
Build all equal, broad and long-ons,

All transportations be accident-free,
Either on the road,rail,or in the air,
Such infrastructure is alone fair,
Oh! What a tragedy on the Atlantic sea
,
Jet Air France drowned in the deep,
All the crews in rounded with a sleep

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.`

No Nature, No Future !

Rain blesses the earth for ever,
Water flows in to the river,
River and the seas merge,
Sub-soil water-level surge,

So the land everywhere is green,
The living nature man has seen,
When nature is molested,
By emissions oxygen is polluted,

Global warming goes upwards,
Ozone layer a gap develops,
Unfiltered sun rays cause skin-ills,
Polar ice slowly melts,

Sea-level when goes up,problems live,
Diseases crop up with new vigour,
Save rain- water,build reservoir,
Then nature will ever thrive,

Return to nature, avoid deforestation,
No more clustered construction,
Good future can be only with nature,
Sans nature,only be a bleak future
.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Entrance And Exit !

Everyone has entrance and exit,
The law of life so writ,
Men are so happy yet,
Exit seems not to bother but,

The period between the gates,
Do we really live to endear,
How do we make mates ?
With kith and kin,near and dear?

Obstacles do come to tumble,
Every stone but a stepping stone,
They can never make us humble,
When we make victory our own,

Just born flowers happy they are,
Their sad exit so near,not so far.

Modern Cain,Modern Abel !

Charity not found at home of late,
Generosity aswell not so great,
Poor and rich on the same boat,
On sharing one's father's estate,

Billionaires too on the same pedestal,
Their heart-set and mind-set wrangle,
Come to the Dalal street to quarrel
Inflated self-worth and pride tangle.

Humanism and brotherhood not in home,
Once they lived in the same womb,
But sadly buried in the tomb,
Let peace with all brothers boom,

If not,dreams will end in Babel,
Oh!modern Cain and modern Abel.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.

Hats off Oh ! Bill Clinton !

Where retirement is no hindrance,
To perform,to create history,
Can accomplish on endurance,
Even beyond one's geography.

Whether deluge or cancer,
Or securing the imprisoned,
He would be in the front ever,
US women journalists he secur'd.

Euna Lee,Laura Ling journalist,
Sentenced to hard labour,
North Korean ordeal did delist
With so much kindness and favour.
.
Because he went,saw,got it done,
Hats off oh! Bill Clinton.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu

Haiku !

Signature of God
Is clear as blue skies
A feast to the eyes.

Indigo sky,
New tides hit Miami,
Don't be shy

Pours down the sky,
Depressed sea jumps high,
Waves do sigh.

High oak trees stand,
As umbrellas,
No rain, no shine.

Sky is dark,
Brighter sky will emerge,
Cherry blooms.

Sky is no limit,
For God's blessings,
So give to the poor.

Ink blue sky,
Birds without feathers
Autmn withers.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.