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  141.     

The World Will Suspect His Genetic Identity!

In a person with a good family trait and heredity,
If there appears discourtesy and uncharitable in
mind, the world will suspect his genetic identity!
 
Dr.V.K. Kanniappan

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  142.     

Paper Tiger

Look! They are laughing, laughing at my sorrows.My heart is crying and my fate is playing with me.I am fallen in the grief pond, no courage hand to put me back to life.Only worries are my partners.I am still Gallant but deep pulverized in my own fantasy.Hope doors are locked and my self has left far behind.Look! i have been declared as an accused in my court of justice and my life is being auctioned in Fishy world. my identity has scattered and now its an amuse for me.At this time It's painful to look back and hard to look ahead Now i am a Paper Tiger...
(27: Dec: 2013) (9: 15pm)
 
Fatima Obaid

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  143.     

A Poets Mind

With whom shall I share my sacred mind? That which transcends my torrential thoughts! May I, whisper to the silent meadows? Of what I do think of the silence…! May I yell at the passing clouds? The starving sounds of my restlessness…! May I scream at the still mountains? Where; I do hold my stand on my identity…!
Silence is more responsive that it reaches, to the inner most chords of the mind. Silence is subtle and sensuous, akin the fragrance of a flor in the moist air. So; with whom shall I speak my thoughts…. who would access my mind...Lest its poetry..!
 
Laxman Rao

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Hard Words From An Open Page...

I`d read out my poems to many; some friends, all students and seemingly poetry lovers.While reading I`d often look at their faces to watch feedback.I`d allow them some time to ponder over and love to answer their questions, sometimes diving into the very depths of a theme.Some of them looked to have taken it for nothing but a routine work.Just a few showed their growing interest with their eyes shining more on each of the poems. Some seemed to have given up long before a thoughtful journey began, maybe, just because they believe that poetry is not their cup of tea. Some others may think that such creative work is merely fanciful intellectuality, what has very little to do with daily concrete realty. Again, some of them may love the poems of this poet just because they love the poet personally. They love to know the poet more than his poetry. But discovering a poet through his work is the best way, I believe. When a poet gets larger than his work, it is disgrace to such a sublime fine art like poetry. In my mind, good poetry of a poet is the true identity of a good poet. None but the avid readers could know him the best. Now that I realize no good thing could be forcibly pumped into a person until their minds are ready and alert to accept, I quit the old habit of sharing my joys and sorrows through my poems with others, especially reading out to them directly myself. Finally, all have right to like or dislike poetry as many other things. But, it is so dear to me, even more than my life, I can never make it cheap by catering to all and sundry. So, my poems are only for the readers who love to read them themselves. I declare to change my habit right here and now. Thanks for listening to such personal words.
 
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

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