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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
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So the Eyes accost—and sunder
In an Audience—
Stamped—occasionally—forever—
So may Countenance
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Name of God
He who utters the Name of God while walking
gets the merit of a sacrifice at every step
His body becomes a place of pilgrimage.
He who repeats God’s Name while working
always finds perfect peace.
He who utters the Name of God while eating
gets the merit of a fast
even though he has taken his meals.
Even if one were to give in charity
the whole world encircled by the seas
it would not equal the merit of repeating the Name,
By the power of the Name
one will know what cannot be known,
One will see what cannot be seen,
One will speak what cannot be spoken,
One will meet what cannot be met.
Tuka says.
Incalculable is the gain that comes
From repeating the Name of God.
poem by Sant Tukaram
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The sufficiency of merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient.
quote by Francis Quarles
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Yours is the basic
The kite flies.
Its lightness is its merit.
The tree breaks.
Its stubbornness is its merit.
You are the basic cause
For the effects you produce.
02.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The merit of a democratic regime rests on one's continual willingness to exchange views, and to compete on the basis of individual merit and capacities.
quote by Jose Eduardo Dos Santos
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Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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The Merit Suffocates
Merit suffers from vested interests.
Money and sex play a great part.
Prejudice and nepotism
Do their parts at a crucial point.
Religion is not far behind.
Merit suffers and suffocates.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To Answer The Sins
Some deceived me, some belied me and
Some robbed me. I've no hatred for them
But am sorry they have to answer God
For the sins made, using me as platform.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am o.k. you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘Don’t worry, I shall get you one’
A child like question
And an expected parental reply.
I am o.k., you are o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘I know you will do only that’
Parent reply belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not o.k.
‘I lost my pen’
‘You can borrow from me’
A child-like question.
An adult like answer.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Is the bus late?
‘Which bus comes in time?
An adult seeking an adult
But received a parent reply.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Is the bus late? ’
‘Yes, heard only ten minutes’
Both responded as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes, let me hide first’
A child sought from a child
And received it.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘No, this is not the time’
The reply is parental
And belied the question.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘Let us play hide and seek’
‘Yes. Then we should read’
A child and an adult reaction
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘Yes. I shall cut it’
A parental question.
An adult reply.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘You should not smoke’
‘First, you cut your chewing’
A parental question
Seeking a child answer
But was belied.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘She should be taught a lesson’
‘ Yes, otherwise she will worsen’
A parent seeking a parent and got.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
‘I love you.’
‘I can’t forget you.’
Both are adult,
Expecting and receiving
As adults. I and you are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Shh.. Others may watch”
A child’s reply to a child
Both are o.k.
‘I love you’
‘Bitch! Go to hell; I’ll report’
A parental reply, instead.
I am o.k. You are not.
‘I love you.’
‘I think you misunderstood.’
Both behaved as adults.
I am o.k. You are o.k.
You be the way you are expected.
You are then o.k. to others.
When others fail to be the way
You expected, you reason for it.
Others will be o.k. to you.
Then where is the individuality?
27.01.2000, Kottayam
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Debt
Marie Antoinette
Wan countenance set
With gunge
Sits mute at toilette
And dabs with a wet
Sea sponge
Now settle the debt
False charge, dark as jet
Expunge.
Cart avidly met
The creditors fret
And lunge
Then recompense whet
Slant iron is let
To plunge!
Wan countenance set
Marie Antoinette.
poem by Diane Hine
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Photographs
Whenever I had myself photographed,
The resultant photographs all the time
Showed the images poorer and belied
All my expectation I had of my figure.
10.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A dying love
I went to attend a wedding,
A night journey away,
Expecting her, a similar guest.
She belied. Is her absence resolute?
10.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The True Liberal
The truest Liberal is he
Who sees the man in each degree,
Who merit in a churl can prize,
And baseness in an earl despise,
Yet censures baseness in a churl,
And dares find merit in an earl.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Act so that in your own judgment and in the judgment of others you may merit eternity, act so that you may become irreplaceable, act so that you may not merit death. Or perhaps thus: Act as if you were to die tomorrow, but to die in order to survive and be eternalized. The end of morality is to give personal, human finality to the Universe; to discover the finality that belongs to it — if indeed it has any finality — and to discover it by acting.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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A Fate of Top Poems!
Past poets were remarkable by their poems only;
But present poets are made remarkable by others!
Poetry of the past are no doubt top poems ever;
But poetry of the top are not listed in top poems!
Becoming top poets how can theirs have no place
Among the top poems of the poetry list? I wonder!
Touch stone of the top poems depends on merit
But not by the supports of friends for fun ever!
Poems of lasting value only can become classic;
But poems of no merit also have become classic!
Poetry of the past are romantic and also classic
But poetry of the present are neither but modern!
What is the yardstick to select poems as top ones -
Just support of some but not merit and meaning?
poem by Ramesh T A
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No use of death tears
A man at deathbed is full of tears,
Not that he leaves the pleasure of the world
But that how his cherished things would be handled
And that how he would be judged and weighed..
More often than not he’ll be utterly belied.
You need not cultivate hopeful thoughts.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Merit recognises
Merit recognises merit
Poet recognises poet
Water goes to water
Man befriends man.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Dear, imitate Jesus
The world experienced dawn
When Jesus Christ was born.
My soul had found its dawn
When your love I had won.
Jesus never belied.
By you, I am not denied.
23.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Long Live Apartheid
I was feeling sad and red,
I didn’t know, which way, nation was going.
There were quotas all around,
Communal, caste, gender, language, regional and physical,
And what not, do not know.
Quota in the air, quota in the sky,
Quota in the ground,
Quotas everywhere.
We are here as in a caste republic,
Swept with the farce of equality and secularism,
Where racism is the grating roar,
Bring the eternal note of discrimination.
Alas! There was no peace,
No help for needy poor, dying farmers,
Braving soldiers and wailing widows,
Where racial leaders loot day, in and day out.
Looking high and low, reservation every where,
Merit was trampled underneath the boots,
It was wailing in the brutal world,
Humanity and merit was burning.
It was not a wild fire,
It was the fire of innocence,
Youth, merit and justice,
And knaves were counting their votes.
They were not the brokers of social justice,
They were not the paid ponies of secularism,
But it was the truth burning for justice,
It was the merit crying for honor.
The knaves were dancing on their pyre,
Waiting for another pray, to be burnt alive,
They were cruel masters and have no pain,
Butchers were shining the dagger to stab merit.
They died for justice, vultures live for injustice,
They died for merit, they live for destruction,
They died for truth, they live for farce,
They died for the nation, they live for decay.
Remember it was not a simple fire,
The hot blaze will burn the knaves,
One day the butchers will get the message,
Or else, as in the past, nation will be devoured by slavery,
Ah God we shall be true to our nation,
Long live constitution of India,
Long live our racial leaders,
Long live apartheid’
From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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