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Poems By Poet Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman  7/25/2014 6:18:23 AM
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Humor Is an Armor

Worry is an invisible tumor
But it can be cured by humor
With rage let not face simmer
As others’ faces must not become dimmer

Heart must teach tongue peace-grammar
Then it will not become a hammer
Harsh words do not even murmur
When anger comes become a mummer

The extremities of a discussion
Will result in tongue’s ignition
The outcome will be an altercation
That will result in sadness-radiation

If angry feelings are used to argue
Then sadness becomes the residue
Not only happiness will say adieu
But people will also say adieu to you

You think for a moment
About a past argument
Which you did for a moment
You will lament feeling unpleasant

Of course if we want improvement
We really require an argument
But we must reach an agreement
For improvement agreement is the basement

Laughter is the best medicine
Weeping is an unforgivable sin
Allow in heart happiness to reign
Create everywhere enjoyable scene

Combine laughter with brilliance
You can have friends in trillions
Be softer to each and every audience
Laughter and brilliance are lovely guardians

Laughter is God’s dear daughter
Sadness, she will easily slaughter
With God’s permission marry laughter
You will never get into hot water

If brain is a boiling kettle
Head becomes brittle
Mind will not firmly settle
Happiness will be very little.
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman



I am a King While Working

Working is very nice and fine
It gives a very healthy sign
The working pleasure is mine
I want to work again and again

I am adequately compensated
While working I am not irritated
By sweat my body is irrigated
My efforts will never get wasted

To work I feel very very hungry
Too much work makes me not angry
To do work I always love to agree
I behave like a well-watered tree

My hands may look dirty
My age may be fifty
I love to do my duty
My body ever feels thirsty

I will never grudge
I will ever budge
I will never dodge
I will take a pledge

I care not my body being sweated
I worry not by being disappointed
Only to work I am appointed
To do duty only I am created

Till my last breath
I will toil on this Earth
My birth must give mirth
Only six feet land I am worth!

I will distribute cash
Secretly I will not stash
To work I will make a dash
Lazy feelings equal trash

Day and night I will truly toil
Under the Sun which will boil
I will pray to the mother soil
To make sweat better than oil

O- God- Help me wake up
O- God- Help me make up
Any task, help me take up
Any riddle, help me rake up.
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman



I am a zero not a Hero

At age fifty no achievement
This itself is a bereavement
Why in life no advancement?
Why no reward for commitment?
Is there any chance for development?
Will God bless for some improvement?
So far all have violated the agreement
Due to they-only-no-fully resentment
Hard-work has fetched no increment
I have developed a philosophic sentiment
God has made me come under the firmament
I have confidence in His wise Government
With that hope I do now life-management.
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman



I Try And Do Not Cry

Great losses in my life fast accumulate
To devastate my lie tries this ill-fate
Gate of success is closed to humiliate
I state my agonies with none to annihilate

Torture is born out of every venture
To capture my peace comes rupture
Puncture my soul worries giving lecture
Departure I feel is the very best stricture

Defeat is canceling every possible great feat
Repeat my failures and do not at all retreat
Greet me confusions to mainly cheat and beat
Complete doom unseats me trying to delete

Waver my emotions with severe fever
Offer me not Angels any tangible favor
Flavor of gloom makes life not safer
Weaver of my life is rougher and tougher

Again and again comes severe pain
Gain is never had in any bargain
Chain of upsets brings sorrow-rain
Disdain comes with a chill in the spine

Kicks from fate with cunning tricks
Bricks are thrown and time never licks
Gimmicks of demons come with sticks
Picks me up not peace, but agony pricks

Will is beaten to nil
Pill is used for being ill
To kill time comes with skill
Drill of daily life gives no thrill

Hits give fate canceling benefits
Sits in heart gloom erasing wits
Profits not mind as peace goes to bits
Visits to Temple may arrest all culprits

To hide sadness heart may decide
To provide sorrows, God leaves my side
To guide me, God has firmly denied
To divide my peace, fate has nicely tried

Cry not I but only still try
Why should I bring tears to eye?
High hopes I have to touch the Sky
Fly I will and not lazily on Earth lie!
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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