Poetry is simply beautiful words that have been arrayed in the finest format to give sense,beauty and fairest form of communication.Poetry is food for soul,enriches mankind,poetry is nature and culture,it's spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings according to Wordsworth,poetry is warmth,emotion,joy,sorrow,anger,love,truth and beauty.Even a butterfly can speak,flowers speak colors they feed human eyes,poetry is whatnot?
Readers of poetry old or young or students of schools,colleges and the universities can sublimate their feelings and become most sublime,the society needs poetry to stand poised and gentle for ever.
Oh! the citizens of the literary world with your blessings on the road of poetry let me continue my journey.............
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Haiku !
When God rebukes,
Tide of the blue seas obeys,
Even Time too waits.
Tell the mountain,
'Throw yourself in to the sea'
Faith will do it.
Confidence makes,
Diffidence sadly kills,
Faith ever wins.
Unparalleled king,
Here in the earth and the sky
The Most High.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Tide of the blue seas obeys,
Even Time too waits.
Tell the mountain,
'Throw yourself in to the sea'
Faith will do it.
Confidence makes,
Diffidence sadly kills,
Faith ever wins.
Unparalleled king,
Here in the earth and the sky
The Most High.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Jewels Of Heaven !
Portuguese village in beauty and innocence,
There the three blessed shepherd children,
Lucia,Francisco,Jacinta rose to prominence,
By tending sheep as their shepherd in heaven.
"Death rather than sin"Dominic Savio declared,
"I am in heaven"he said to his sad father,
Alas!at the age of fourteen he died,
Only to reach the great Heavenly Father.
Caught in the snow-storm the poor Lucy Gray,
Found no way with her staggering small feet,
Never returned home even at break of day,
Poet deplored,"In heaven we all shall meet".
God's blessed and saintly children,
In greater glory,"The Jewels of Heaven".
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
There the three blessed shepherd children,
Lucia,Francisco,Jacinta rose to prominence,
By tending sheep as their shepherd in heaven.
"Death rather than sin"Dominic Savio declared,
"I am in heaven"he said to his sad father,
Alas!at the age of fourteen he died,
Only to reach the great Heavenly Father.
Caught in the snow-storm the poor Lucy Gray,
Found no way with her staggering small feet,
Never returned home even at break of day,
Poet deplored,"In heaven we all shall meet".
God's blessed and saintly children,
In greater glory,"The Jewels of Heaven".
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I Know My Sheep !
I take my sheep to a wild grass land,
Surrounded by mountains and hills,
Where ponds in the midst do stand,
They graze,drink at their own wills.
I know my sheep,they know my voice,
They hear my voice and obey my crook,
They follow me with a quiet noise,
They signal me on finding any risk.
My sheep I tend,guard and feed,
I love my sheep,they love me,
Scatter never, together they lead,
On sunset they return with glee.
I name each sheep in my holy herd,
True Master and The Good Shepherd.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Surrounded by mountains and hills,
Where ponds in the midst do stand,
They graze,drink at their own wills.
I know my sheep,they know my voice,
They hear my voice and obey my crook,
They follow me with a quiet noise,
They signal me on finding any risk.
My sheep I tend,guard and feed,
I love my sheep,they love me,
Scatter never, together they lead,
On sunset they return with glee.
I name each sheep in my holy herd,
True Master and The Good Shepherd.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Out Of Tune !
When you are in Caesar's Rome,
Do as Romans do and just dress,
Like the Romans to feel at home,
The only way to gain to impress.
Raindrops of all waters the purest,
When fall upon ocean become salty,
On red soil, they emerge red truest,
When fall on holy rivers become holy.
Mingle with people around you live,
Be kind they become your kinsmen,
And friends in need you believe,
Make sociable in sorrow and fun.
So go with the tide it's a boon,
And you will never be out of tune.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Do as Romans do and just dress,
Like the Romans to feel at home,
The only way to gain to impress.
Raindrops of all waters the purest,
When fall upon ocean become salty,
On red soil, they emerge red truest,
When fall on holy rivers become holy.
Mingle with people around you live,
Be kind they become your kinsmen,
And friends in need you believe,
Make sociable in sorrow and fun.
So go with the tide it's a boon,
And you will never be out of tune.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
O George Bernard Shaw ! You Are Wrong !
George Bernard Shaw a father of humour,
Criticism and socialism once said,
It was true at his time but not for ever,
His saying so honoured and wide spread.
"Your children and my children,
And our children are playing together",
Today the story is a different burden,
The children as leaves of the trees wither.
Children in homes for vacation to go,
Where to go?to divorced father ?
Or to divorced mother,in sorrow bow,
Nowhere the grand father or grand mother.
Such harmony is no more in this muted nation,
Alas!it sinks in a great deluge of aberration.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Criticism and socialism once said,
It was true at his time but not for ever,
His saying so honoured and wide spread.
"Your children and my children,
And our children are playing together",
Today the story is a different burden,
The children as leaves of the trees wither.
Children in homes for vacation to go,
Where to go?to divorced father ?
Or to divorced mother,in sorrow bow,
Nowhere the grand father or grand mother.
Such harmony is no more in this muted nation,
Alas!it sinks in a great deluge of aberration.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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