Poems by Anantha Babu

My path, my life

a poem by

Anantha Babu

Walking on to other paths
My life leads on and on
But clear seems to be my path
And my past has long gone

I meet with people on the way
They greet me well and warmly
Some show me fun and play
While others stop to warn me

Long is road but I walk it
I tread my path come what may
Secretes I find but those, I lock it
In my path there is no night or day

Seems a long and weary walk
But I do not tire though I may stumble
I pass doors and some answer my knock
And rubble, under my feet, crumble

The road is wide and sometimes tough
But I manage to tread it somehow
My footfalls I never let be rough
As I wipe my sweat off my brow

The earth of my path is strong and hard
But the grass upon it is like a pillow
There is nothing that seems marred
And tall trees of pine and willow

My path is beautiful and great
It is laid before me but unknown is its end
The grass I mar with every step I take
But somehow they seem to themselves mend

Fortunate am I to have such a road
Happy are my ways here
But I reach a fork in the road
One is misty and the other clear

Clear will lead to a life of my own
Misty will lead to a life of responsibility
I must reap that I have sown
And choose the road so misty

And so ends the road long laid
I must make mine own now
Choosing not the one already made
But the one I must lay somehow

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Smile

a poem by

Anantha Babu

I wake up every day to see,
The wonders of nature outside.
I sit reclined under a tree,
Watching a leaf as it did glide.

Wonder struck I began to smile,
At what was that which was up high.
I starred at it for a while,
It was a cloud in the sky.

Wondrous and magnificent it was,
That very cloud so big.
White and lovely it was,
Like cotton around a twig.

This wondrous world was filled,
With all that made you smile.
They all would have you thrilled,
And make you stare awhile.

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Unknown but said

a poem by

Anantha Babu

Unknown to one another sits,
in a place far, farther than this.
But can see day, morning and night,
even in darkness, even in light.
What should be known to be said,
what should be heard and not read.
Spoken by the one far away,
to the one close by, knowing what to say.
Unknown to one another sits,
in a land far, farther than this.

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Smile…

a poem by

Anantha Babu

I wake up every day to see,
The wonders of nature outside.
I sit reclined under a tree,
Watching a leaf as it did glide.

Wonder struck I began to smile,
At what was that which was up high.
I starred at it for a while,
It was a cloud in the sky.

Wondrous and magnificent it was,
That very clouds so big.
White and lovely it was,
Like cotton around a twig.

This wondrous world was filled,
With all that made you smile.
They all would have you thrilled,
And make you stare awhile.

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What do I see PT!

a poem by

Anantha Babu

“What do you see?”
“I see you, blue in each eye.
Sitting reclined under a tree
Smiling at wondrous sky.”

The boy sat with his grandfather beside him
“Although you see I am blind as a bat
Life isn’t always seem to me dim.”
The boy sat silent under his hat.

I see you closing your eyes
Tucking yourself to sleep.
I can see that sparkling surprise
As you dream away somewhere deep.

I can see you play by the pool,
Your laughter sweet and nice.
I can see you at your school,
You cried “I wont go!” twice.

You jump and hop and skip and run
I see you playing and laughing away
And you play some more and you have fun
I see you do that everyday

I see you at your birthday cake,
Which you and your mother cut,
Although she knew not how to bake.
I saw feeding it to your mutt.

I lost my eyes but I have my mind,
I have my memories to see.
People help me they are kind,
But you don’t worry about me.

You grow up and see the world,
A world very little that I saw.
Watch this nature, flowers unfurled,
See it all, make it your law.

The boy nodded his head twice,
As his grand father began to smile.
His wrinkled face turned to him,
And then he stayed a while.
Don’t forget whatever I said,
Don’t forget it at all.
For now ny eyes are dead,
But I don’t let that have me fall.

You have eyes that still have light,
So use it all at well,
Don’t waste it all, not the white,
Because it is only darkness to dwell.

Now we must go homeward,
Because it is time for bed.
Take me now lets go,
Now you sleep over what I’ve said.

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