Month: March 2011

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Terrific Demonstrations


It is a rally voicing loud protest,

The shout and din are a real test,

Instigating a confused unrest,

The cause no one knows for best,

But the chaos continues lest.

  

  

 

A sonorous cry  is heard in the dark

Against  the Egyptian  Mubarak,

A hectic shriek is raised in  Middle Asia

To remove the  ruling President Ben Ali in Tunisia,

The revolution  is in force in  Libya.

 

Little and tiny but serious reasons,

Bring about a large but blasphemous treasons,

Condemning the nature of seasons,

Into  contemptuous  sensations,

Distorting the validity of  inspiration.

 

 

 

A strong massive demonstration,

Results in a catalytic remonstration,

 Which Call  for an eventful distortion

Indicating a shuffling assertion

Thus laying the basis for a firm foundation.

 

 

 

The anger is seen as a  reflection of displeasure,

Coming out of a misappropriated treasure,

Looted from the  country’s exchequer,

 Leaders   play the role of  traitors,

Finally banished from the world greater.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Land Where I Grew- Madurai.


It is an ancient city full of life,

It never sleeps all night,

It rises with an unassuming humility ,

And  sets in with  revered simplicity,

Bereft of pretensions and detentions

 Which necessitates no retention

It puts on a trait of modesty,

Gathers no ill talk or foul thought,

 While it sustains with resolute faith and determination

Leads an  austere  and no frill life,

Marked not by coquettishness and affectation,

 My home town believes in values  and morals,

 By Distinguishing  real from fake,

By discriminating fact and fiction,

 It may seemingly appear as a laid back city,

With no  huge and gaudy shopping  malls,

With no glittering  entertainment theatres,

With no  theme parks and play centres,

But with lot of temples in and around,

Singing the praise of  God with innate ardour,

Chanting the mantras and slokas   with fervour,

Chiming  the gigantic bells  with religious frenzy,

Taking the Gods and Goddesses in a procession,

All around the  main streets of the town,

Yes ! this is a city of temples,

Where there dwells sanity and sanctity,

Where there remains truth and sincerity,

 Which is very much still  soaked in divinity ,

Cherishing the noble ideals  and ethics

 While  getting entranced in  the holy gaiety.