AuthorUsha Raman

video of the poem, ‘flame’

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Hello! Good luck to you all. I am presenting a video of a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’ The title of the poem is ‘Flame’ A match-stick lighted a wick, A flame on it grew thick, My hand by accident flipped, The flame at the end tripped, Flame into my body would grow, Had the flip been slow, My mind was alarmed, By a tragedy unarmed, Too strange was it, When it got...

video of the poem, ‘the womb’s grief’

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Hello! My respect to all mothers of the world who are the abode of comfort and love. The title of the poem is ‘ The Womb’s Grief’ A mother is a state of being, Affection in her blood of making, She lives, bears, nurses in love The child she raises like dove, Her happy smiles reflect, Her love laid in perfect, She is a flood of emotion, Revels the wonder of creation. The death of...

sting me not

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Hello! Wishing you all that is good. I am here with a video of a poem. The title of the poem is ‘Sting Me Not’ Life! sting me not with bites, I have suffered many nights, When will your trial end? When will you be a friend? Do not tear me with spite, For I am as frail as a kite, If you lead me, I will be grateful, When you for me will be fruitful, I will treat you on good terms, If...

you and me

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Hello! Best of everything for everyone. Here I am with a video of a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’ The title of the poem is ‘You and Me’ Eyes have not seen my face, But in a mirror with grace, Myself in humans do I see, Nature of humans is in me. When people are mirrors, They are deep as rivers, Out of darkness they pull me, Reflecting perspectives of myself...

video of the poem, mental storm

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Hello! Wishing you all a pleasant spring season. Here I am with a video of a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part one’ The poem is about the working of the mind. Title of the poem is ‘Mental Storm’ Let truth glitter in the wardrobe Of mind which seeks to probe Universe in all its store, Falsity and fear bog the mind, It slips into past unwind, A roaring fear batters the mind...

way to the real

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A video of the poem, ‘Way to the real’ Hello! A nice day to you all. In our search for truth, there are many impediments which block our path to realization. The poem is ‘Way to the Real’ Floats of falsity in mind, Blocks the way to truth, A real serpentine quest, Puts me in a trough of rewind. The low looking hole in mind, Betrays faith and duplicity haunts. Vision of a...

a dog

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The day yet to open an account, In the early hours played a truant. Out of winter darkness, a dog leaped, My mind in thought steeped. It raised its paws in glee, I paused the fear in me. It wanted something I ought to know, Was it a hug or food for now? I gave the dog a pat on his back, With that he was taken aback. He fled for nowhere to be seen, In the dark lone winter screen. Involved in my...

good day lad!

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Snub nosed face, What an earthy race! A sublime store of fat, The sight of a cat, Fun is your laughter, Sad are your tears, An innocuous innocence, Spreads on your face, You snatch suddenly, The objects you see, Care not for manners, When an impulse orders, Your heavy gait, Is a natural trait, Crafted to an emotive essence, Good day to a lad of innocence! ( Video of this poem can be viewed on You...

childbirth

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Nervous rumbling in my veins, Cordoned nurses, felling pain, Slow hour’s critical crawl, Led to a naked brawl, Footsteps pacing, weight falling, At the loins, pain shooting, Nerves rocking and reeling, Rollicking laughter relieved strain, God and religion were in again, Spattered the train of bloody slimes, Rendered a cute babe in its prime, An expel from the womb, Painful look, sudden...

What a woman!

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I despise your tradition and not you, It prompted you to ask for more gold, You thought brother was to be sold, Commanded me to serve your mother, She did not for a minute bother, About me and my girl child, In tradition, a girl is a void, For parents who have toiled. I despise your tradition, Which has rated woman so low, Woman such as you are a blow, To our freedom and existence. For the good...

Usha Raman