Poems by Aravindan C S

Ever it is fat

a poem by

Aravindan C S

Which swine it is I ate
Which water is it I bath
Soap and powder never at all
Is it all new everending new
Why not we bathe all forward
To a new age it is
Forward not forward backward
Bad ones for all pulled down
Good ones for all up in storm
Is it way to live everyone say
Has it got its advantages none
Has to say with few got it

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Health

a poem by

Aravindan C S

No one’s health can match ours
No one’s heart beat touches you
Who are you now to me
Is it not place to live
Where can I go without you
Is there place to sit
Is there place to stand
No one helps me in this
No one can care for me
Who is this now to blame for
Who is this now to look after
Health is after all costly gift
For me to withstand for
For all to taste for now

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Where I Go

a poem by

Aravindan C S

Where I go where I sat
Is there any place to live
Where is poverty left
Where is country headed for
Where are we in this world
Is this place to live
Am I developed work piece
Stapled to ground I am
Is that place suitable for me
Where is it going on earth
Is there a suitable place to live in
Where is I am as of now

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Diamond

a poem by

Aravindan C S

Down Under the Earth you are
There upon the crown of Lord
Here in the Earth
Filled in Women’s Ear and Nose
Adding to her Elegance
It is by Possessing you
Nation’s become Prosperous
Day’s may vanish like lighting
person’s possessing you also extinct
but as a wonderful nature’s gift
you always remain the same
Thousands of metals, gold, silver
but none so precious like you.

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Man’s Best Friend

a poem by

Aravindan C S

You are my Best Friend
It is not ignominious to say
season’s may come and go
Neighbours may become foes
you are always with me
Day and Night, Day and Night
you toil for me
Again and again my solitary heart
craving for your melodious shout
Even the Day’s song becomes unpleasant
At the end of a dull day
It is you who gave me happiness.

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