Flower Which Has No Pleasant Scent
A learned person who is not capable
of expressing - (what he has learnt
and what he likes to say) -
effectively and efficiently in such a way
that the listeners can understand fully
is equal to a full bloomed beautiful flower
which has no pleasant scent and flavour
to spread in the atmosphere.
Ref: ThirukkuRaL 650
iNar.oozththum naaRaa malaranaiyar kaRRa(thu)
uNara viriththuraiyaa thaar.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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They Are Considered Non-Intellectuals
However people may be learned persons,
they are considered non-intellectuals if
they do not understand and adjust with neighbours,
in JUST things!
Ref: ThirukkuRaL 140
ulakaththOtu otta ozhukaL palakaRRum
kallaar aRivilaa thaar.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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My Flower
A scent lingering in the
room
has led me to this very bloom.
A scent so fragrant,
A scent so grand,
A scent so strong it could
spread across the land.
A shade of golden-brown
is something that will not make me frown.
A flower so beautiful,
a flower that's for me
makes me bend on this very
knee.
The allure, scent, and attraction
is enough to control my very
action.
Don't worry, she's not only your flower,
she's my flower.
poem by Casey Jarrell
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Nobody likes
Nobody likes
A plant
Without flower buds
A flower bud that does not
Bloom in to a flower
A flower
That is not beautiful
Nobody remembers
A flower
That does not have
An aromatic smell
A person
Who does not have a
Charming behavior
Whose deeds do not?
Spread
Aroma in the world
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Person who is not educated and illiterate
If any person, who is not educated and illiterate,
likes to speak in a gathering of learned audience,
it is similar to a woman, who has no breasts,
desirous of having a sexual life and family.
Ref: ThirukkuRaL 402
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Keep Ascending the Tower of Knowledge
Most of us are learned
We learnt a number of things
Some of us even added
To the knowledge base
Of the discipline we belong to
Why, a few of us
Made the learned others
Wonder at the discoveries of
New philosophies
And at the inventions
That enhanced the standard of living
Of the common man
The person who keeps
Moving up the tower of knowledge
Sees far beyond
And has a vision of
Those subjects still to be
Explored by him or her
While the less learned
Is at the lower strata of this tower
And is yet to know
That there is lot many
To be known and learnt
An expert is one,
Who knows exactly
What he does not know
And this expertise comes
By being on the path of learning
Always and every where
Looking for something to be learnt
From each event, subject and situation
To know how much
You do not know
Keep ascending the tower of knowledge
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Saudade
just a shadow presence
there I feel you
where we used to meet
but not any more
just a fully bloomed flower
off falls a petal
there is a perfectly completed mission
but not any more
I find the imperfect beautiful
climax is too short to stay there
Be You Too Full
Goodbye to our lives lived in disguise.
And goodbye to all deceit.
We might have known those masquerades,
But above that now we reach!
It's a new tomorrow that we've got.
It's so new in many ways.
Yesterdays are gone...
And none of them with us stay.
It's a new beginning that we'll start.
All mistakes we've made erased.
True wishes for our happiness,
Are raised,
To praise...
Like a flower grows,
ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful...
Be-y ou-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Goodbye to our lives lived in disguise.
And goodbye to all deceit.
We might have known those masquerades,
But above that now we reach!
Like,
A flower grows,
ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful...
Be-y ou-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful. ..
Be-you-too-full,
Like a flower grows.
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Beautiful-beautiful. ..
Be-You-Too-Full,
Like a flower grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dark
Dark is here
And I gazed at
Everything is in dark.
I am the only person
Who is here to say
What is dark
And who are there.
I know how to go
I do not know
How long you
Stay here.
Flower blossom
Scent spread
And it spread
All round I know.
I know dark is here
I know nothing affected.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A flower for the night [2]
In the garden we sat watching the stars,
talking softly, intimately while she smoked
and the cigarette glowed red
with her perfume and its flavour
mixing on the evening air
and around us there were flowers
opening everywhere
and some had large cups, others hanged
with petals in strings
in different hues from white, pink,
red to crimson, violet and blue.
There is a flower (whose name I know)
who showed me the most beautiful petals
and bloomed one night
in a bed besides me
in sheer nudity
with perfection in ever aspect of her body
while the full moon rose almost silver white
on a cloudless night
she was soft, firm and tender
and her lips sweet and hot
and I could not resist her,
the intimacy, the tenderness
and the love that she brought.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The flower bloomed today
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
Through the ground it made its way
The flower bloomed today
The petals fall as they may
Until the plant’s final hour
The flower bloomed today
It’s a yellow sunflower
poem by Amanda Dickerman
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I Have Learned
I’ve learnt to understand that….
A prohibitive degree of inner freedom –
Not a caprice but a strain.
Up to the end it will remain!
I’ve learnt to understand that….
The tales we dream up
We write out of our own head.
And…. we should cherish that!
I’ve learnt to break up the rules,
So that no one should be hurt.
Using my own tools,
I would like to avoid the dirt.
I’ve learnt to believe that….
There are no ideal relations.
They can be sometimes a brief,
Very often with a frustration.
I’ve learnt to feel that….
Striving for harmony I love disharmony.
Loving in everything the truth
The lies sometimes sooth.
I’ve learnt to be patient,
Though not everyone knows it.
It’s better to be absent
Than to throw a stone into a shit.
I've learnt not to be afraid of any competition,
There is only right or wrong choice,
There is only someone's ambition,
There is only strong or weak voice.
I've learnt to understand that....
Love can't be found where it doesn't live,
If love exists it can't be hidden.
A true love can't be forbidden.
I’ve learnt to understand that….
Love can't be found where it doesn't exist,
Love can't be hidden where it is.
A true love you can persist.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Come Back As A Flower
The starngest thought came to me on this morning
As I awake to greet the coming dawn
The sun was hardly peaking through the garden
It felt that with everything I was one
Then I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
The dew had finished making love to many
A rainbow smelling sweet was in the air
I envied all the silence I saw growing
So unmoved by things outside themselves
Then how I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
Oh as a flower
As a flower
How I wished that I could come back as a flower
As a flower
As a flower
To spread the sweetness of love
To spread the sweetness of love
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Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
Wished that I could come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Flower
How I come back as a flower
Flower
Sweetness of love
Sweetness of love
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Up in the Winds
Up in the winds carries a scent,
Fully dangerous for its beautiful smell.
Gods are with us, fully aware
Of the brilliant Sun, for gods bring
Thunder and Lightning,
A moment we express in this night.
My night is new, merely abject,
More than the arrival of day.
A day has passed its character
Interestingly and intriguingly.
We are full of the wind up there
Under the outer space feeling us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Surrendering
you were full and fully capable
you were self sufficient and needless
your house was fully decorated in that sense
you were taken with me to a point
a case of careful what you wish for
but what you knew was enough to begin
and so you called and courted fiercely
so you reached out
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Under Rug Swept
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The Black Continent
Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.
Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.
Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:
Africa, Africa, Africa! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Because You Are Beautiful
You Are Beautiful
This poem is addressed to you;
Because, you are beautiful.
No matter what you do;
Because, you are beautiful.
The sun rises everyday;
Because, you are beautiful.
The mist shrouds a dreamy day;
Because, you are beautiful.
A flower blooms and holds its scent;
Because, you are beautiful.
Songs are sung in my heart;
Because, you are beautiful.
Reflections shine and glint;
Because, you are beautiful.
I write my greatest poems;
Because, you are beautiful.
And, you are also too charming;
For, you are my darling!
{07/12/2006}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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Practical education
"I want car, house to live in and ornaments'
If I wanted to see my daughter with happy moments
The message was conveyed to me in plain terms
"How and what to do? " was now my turn
My daughter was given practical education
She knew how to tackle the grave situation
She was firm and resolute in some of the actions
She came out in open and offered reaction
"Papa, don't succumb to the pressure"
Let them think first and make sure
We are not helpless and at somebody's mercy
Nothing may take place against the wishes of almighty
I was little bit relieved by her assurance
To refuse for relation was not worth taking chance
Yet I was shaken by their greedy approach
Who knows they may demand more and come with as such?
First time I realized that it was curse to be father
That too of highly educated and learned daughter
But something gave me full assurance by her attitude
She was person of great understanding and magnitude
I faced no trouble at all and simply refused
Now ball was in their court and they were confused
If their son was highly educated and stood tall
My daughter was also equally good and capable of scaling the wall
Both families exchanged views on equal terms
Girl and boy were excellent in their field and like real gems
Each weighing good and bad in their own way
We silently watched their efforts and stayed away
World has gone too far and we are still in primary stage
Not learnt a single lesson and came up with the age
To be father of daughter is not at all curse
As they have proved better than boys of course
Sometimes I remember this episode and laugh
Why not people understand that their wife is better half?
In crisis she may be the only person to stand by
Why in the beginning there should be any worst try?
‘
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Flower Blooms Once More
This flower a beauty,
battered and Hurt,
This Beautiful flower wasn't Destroyed,
she In time strengthened, and bloomed once more.
poem by Crimson Love
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They are sad
They are sad
Butterflies were dancing,
Bees were kissing him.
Bumble bee was sucking him
& children were seeing him with charm.
It was a marigold on the top of the plant.
On the other hand some thorns were seeing the glory of the flower
and
their eyes were full of thrust & tears
Because none was seeing them.
In the last they asked its reason from the flower.
The flower tells them the truth that
They are without beautiful colors,
Juice & fragrance
And he is full of colors, juice & fragrance
So every one likes him.
Another fact is this that the flower
is a symbol of peace & love.
On the other hand the thorn is a symbol of cruelty & pain.
I think that unaccountable people in this world
behave like a thorn so they are sad.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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The dark night of the soul 2
Everything’s going well,
you seem to have everything arranged
as you like it: you glance into
the banqueting hall, the chandelier
sparkles above the laden, enticing table;
there’s the scent of perfection
then the lights go out.
Worse, there’s a note
in the butler’s pantry:
gone elsewhere; you’re in charge.
No notice given, not a hint; it was
all going so well.. where’s
the fuse box? Candles?
Torches?
You remember, what they said
but it didn’t mean anything at the time:
when you’ve sorted it all out yourself
you’ll be like a different person.
Then - everything becomes a delight;
everything lit up and sparkling;
fragrance and scent around all things;
every single thing, its own special flavour.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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