1.Bright or Insipid.
Do trees standing stark naked
Speak of a starving earth
Or of their own strength
To invoke thoughts in a poetic heart
To produce a poem of immense worth?
Do silvery clouds moving across the azure sky
Speak of their bright existence
Or of their insipid life
Having to dance to the dictates of strong winds
Against their conscience?
Efforts need not bear fruit
In so short a time;
This is what I have discovered
In my lifetime.
We have to struggle and slog
From morn to night
Without waiting for quick results
And disappointment fight;
But sure of God’s blessings
We should not let up
In our efforts to reach the goal,
Even if obstacles are put up.
And it will be a glorious dawn
One fine morning,
Which will bring us face to face with success
Without any forewarning.
I keep oscillating
Between thoughts of virtue and vice
To think of a theme
For my poetic output;
I keep wavering
Between blissful and base thoughts
To hit upon a theme
For my poetic outburst;
I keep contemplating
On sacred and unholy thoughts
To find a theme
For my poetic craft
And, at last, I come to think of
The unchangeable entity
Which becomes my leitmotif
In my chosen art.
4.Our Only Goal
Let me compose a poem on love
So that it inspires one and all
To love one another without selfishness
And help the needy in their moment of fall.
Let me, then, sing it in sweet melody
So that it stirs every human soul
And inspires it to engage in actions
Which promote world peace, our only goal.
5. Water A Plant.
You continue to water a plant
Not knowing when it will bear flowers
And when, at last, it bears flowers,
Joy and beauty, it showers.
Drizzling and gloomy sometimes,
Bright sunshine at other times;
With oft-changing weather I decide
To stay within my home’s confines.
What is the use of realising God
When one is on his very death-bed,
If one cannot realise Him
While he still earns his bread?
For God is not a mere experience
To be had only at the end of his life;
He is the lone dependable companion,
Memorable each moment of peace and strife.
There is no way to achieve wisdom
Except by passing through difficult times
And there is no way to become a poet
Except through tinkering with rhymes.
Is there any freedom on earth
To eat what we like?
If yes,why kill your neighbour
Whose food we dislike?
Violence, violence everywhere,
Where are oases of peace?
Unless religious bigotry is ended,
Humanity would come to cease!
Poems by Dr.Venkataramana K V