AuthorUsha Raman

Run from school

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Encaged in classroom of learning, Books put into playful minds, Freedom of mind is yearning, To be free of all binds, A spasm of silence, A spell of turbulence, The day has been beaten, Anxious faces brazened, A shooing voice follows, Students are silent fellows, Bell sounds the end of school, Restive minds go cool, Eyes gleam with happiness, Bell clangs, boots bang, Out from classes students run...

video of the poem ‘predictions’

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Hello ! We are at the end of this year. It’s time for predictions. I am here with a short poem on predictions. Obviously, the title of the poem is ‘Predictions’ In time are stars and planets, Move in macro-orbits, In time are beings and insects, Move in micro-orbits, Astral bodies with cosmic rays, Have on human life their say. Meditation in space insists, Vibrations in mind...

praise and abuse

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Good deeds invite praise, It is a positive pill, Mind climbs a forward hill, Abuse gets into the race, Hatred in mind is abuse, Envy in mind is profuse, It has a distorted face, Hits a person of grace, It wrecks mind within, Torments persons akin. Praise takes on a constructive note, But withers with a false stroke, Praise and abuse survive in beings, Two facets of a wholesome viewing. A poem...

orbital conflict

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Rammed into his death wing, Satisfactory life did not spring, Having a discontented wife, He fought through his life. He looked for the spiritual feel, She looked for the material seal, Torrents of upheavals they faced, Moments of goodness they graced, He was not for rites and rituals, Which to his wife were credentials. Life for him was a waste, Death for him was in haste. Orbital conflict is...

The horoscope

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It is a creation of convention, Set, fixed and fizzled, I am at the lowest dimension, Cut, grooved and toppled, I must lead a life of dope, Pointed out by horoscope. It is a pointed preclusion, Snubbing my determination, It is inert, stagnant For my spirit buoyant, When horoscope lets me down, Mind in me soars up, Emerging into an outer orbit, I get into a useful habit, I reside in my soul, Which...

Back-drift

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A shot at the remote spot, Humans in numbers dot, Early hour job, irregular trains, Time in travel lost in refrain, My intellect wanted ground, University valid, in city found, Charming intellectual crease was learning, In effort would grease my intellect doping, But the place was slow and remote, No internet learning to promote, Talking on phone, filling of forms, University had number of norms...

Video of the poem ‘Golden godie’

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Hello! Wishing you a wonderful day. Here I am, presenting a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’ The title of the poem is ‘Golden Godie’ I saw you at a place, And felt in you the grace, Relic of an excavation, I got into communication, I was a delightful bliss, My heart surged on to kiss Death, to reach you, But you reverted me back, On to life’s rebuttal track...

Gold

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I stammer to falter in chain, Breathlessness batters my veins, In dispute, I do not have the strength Of a mind which maintains stealth, In me silent wisdom is the sight, When I cannot prove right, I choose the way bright, When I do not understand, I probe myself and the globe. People set their cacophonic spree, But I read music in it free, Mined by the seeker’s probe, Are wisdom and...

life kinetic

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Life had kept me in darkness, My health has been a weakness, The spiral net of worms, Was close to a net of germs, I craved for free breath, Bronchitis kept me in depth Of depression and regression. One herb gave me a resurrection, Stirred up the cause of bronchitis, Which ruined my wellness, My mind, squirmy and wormy, My desires, buried eternally, Growth, stunted and weak, Deterred capacity to...

cardinal business

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It has a cardinal nexus, Buyers do not brace flexes, It is hundred percent cotton, Buyers are subtly beaten, Truth in business is wanting, More cotton in clothes lacking.

In vogue is a famous brand, People in stores all stand, Buyers are under the spell, Have no mind to yell, Cheating is almost the cardinal, Of a cheater in busy land.

A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’

Usha Raman