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charity Poetry

The Month Of Karthigai


maavilakuThe temple above the hills

a place beautiful and still

throbs with life this month particular

the l month called karthigai  in vernacular

when devotees from all walks of life

come to the temple with  a dedicated strife

go around the temple  singing hymns in emotion

go up the hill with full devotion

with coconuts and bananas  in a basket

along with flowers and betel leaves

pray to the presiding deity Shanmugha

chanting in ecstasy “arokara, arokara”

light up the  specially made maavillaku

that being of rice  flour and jaggery mixed

with the cotton thread profusely soaked

as ghee is liberally smothered on it

lights up with a gentle flame glowing

a sight so profound and gracious

a sequence of bliss and calm

up there the God is bathed in milk and curd

then with sandal and sacred ash

finally dressed up like a king

the crowd goes fanatic as they shout

“Muruga, Muruga”  with eyes turning moist

go down the steps as if in a trance

the fulfillment comes to a vivacious  turn

with  many devotees extending food to the poor

a ritual carried on by generations, no doubt

a symbol of devotion and charity merged together

as the wealth passes on to the progeny

so does nobility flows from the elders to the younger

the month karthigai  finds a place

a rank, a status honourable and divine.

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Saving For The Progeny


We save money for our children.

We invest in shares and stocks

 multiply the money in geometrical progression

 buy properties and allow them to appreciate

 thus grows money in arithmetical progression

purchase gold in lots and in kilograms 

 which again hops up to heights

 Well, we  have saved a fortune for our progeny

 and live in peace with the aim to earn more.

The life goes round earning and saving money.

 We forget the rest in an easy memory loss.

 Having spoilt all the natural resources

 having excavated volumes of sand from riverbeds

 making them now look like a desert.

 having felled all trees for ruthless expansion

 leaving the ground dry and desolate

having dug the earth deep for water

turning it into a tattered  empty shell

having resorted to artificial coolers and heaters

 emitting carbon monoxide destroying the ozone

 having adapted to fast food culture

 resulting in  terminal illness and speedy death

 having fertilised the crops with inorganic manure

subjecting  the  mother earth to a chemical  reaction

converting her to a barren unproductive land.

What are we going to leave to our children?

A waterless river running all through

A  land without any greenery .

A  ground with scars and holes.

An ozone totally shattered.

A generation bereft of immunity.

An unproductive land  where nothing could grow.

This is what we have saved for our  offsprings

 who would see no springs or lakes

 but envisage stretches of land

 bare and torn  very waterless river badly injured.

 

 

 

 

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The Physical Hunger–Lust.


The thrust in man to commit
is both acceptable and unacceptable.
The urge to do things
for the good of society
for the welfare of the community
come under the acceptable.
The drive to secure by greed
that go to get into the big
resorting to hoarding and amassing wealth
by unlawful means and discreet manipulations
resorting to illegal practices
gets an unacceptable quote.
Above all and above everything
the advances toward physical pleasures
the illicit contacts and the unlikely
attacks on the opposite sex
The polygamy and the rape give a notorious illustration
and this animal pleasure reflects on the individual
as a non formidable deviation resting on the excessive aggravation
linked to the progeny in the growth and style of the lineage.
The gruesome approach and the powerful plunge
destroys the mind and body all the same
revealing a dire, distasteful quality in the genes
inherent in the individual and expressed mostly in the teens
getting develoimages (54)ped in the years into a lust keen.
These call for a condemnation and a rounding up
providing a warning to the wrong doers in a crucial go.

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Put Them In Their Place.


Crossing over the hurdles with difficulty
on by one in a term slow
meeting one after another
confronting each day new
from the external forces
more so from the internal resources
with the years advancing
still the struggle is not over
with bits and pieces strewn all over
lost many a fortune in the blow over
caught hold of few treasure in the fall over
which are eye sores to the near and dear
aiming to grab it from me at any cost
I hold it to the bosom firmly
withstanding the undue pressure
and legal casse with stoicism
not for me and not for me at all’
but to be passed over to my progeny intact
Meantime I would go limping ahead
with health falling and eyesight failing
but still my hands would remain active
to put them in battle of wills.their place.