Poet Vavroovahana Patra
Poet is a saint;
Depicts the truth of Earth with merriment.
Encourages the society to proceed on right path;
He is happy seeing innocent people’s mirth.
Poet is a hermit;
Searches for Eternal Delight.
Passes time with tragedy and comedy;
Advises the society for honesty boldly.
Poet depicts good and evil deeds of society;
Advises the people to follow the path of punctuality.
Advises politicians to be away corruption;
Through poems he frees human life’s tension.
Poet’s verses dazzle in the pages of book beautifully;
Delights the people of world gaily.
Advises on socialism;
Respects the people of all isms.
Poet is pleased seeing the smiling faces of the poor people In society;
Inspires them to follow the path of prosperity.
Prays God day and night.
Is a real honest devotee.
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Inspiration
Poet provides pleasure of society in various way;
In human beings provides, penetrates rays of gay.
Provides inspiration;
Is an honest creature is God’s creation.
Poet inspires all categories of people in society;
Encourages them earning properly live with delight.
Through poems tries upliftment of society;
People of all religions, castes live with gaiety.
Poet loves minister’s honesty;
Loves employee’s punctuality.
Derives pleasure from the innocence of cultivator;
Loves to remain in the sweet lap of Nature.
Poet is an honest advisor of society;
From good activities of society derives delight.
Loves woman’s devotion;
Loves beauty of creation.
Poet encourages students to a acquire wisdom;
Depicts verses on the truth of creation.
Loves peace, honest administration;
Depicting poems drinks nectar from the brook of creation.
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Poem
Pen poems enthusiastically;
Write the Eternal Truth gaily.
Poem is the internal mental feelings of Poet;
Penning verses derive delight.
Poem tranquilises the wearied brain, provides peace;
Pen a good poem with Divine Bliss.
Through poems advise the society;
People of all religions would live with gaiety.
Poem is heart’s Ganga flows peacefully;
Poets derive peace delightfully.
Poem takes people on right path;
It is ‘ Gyana Ganda’ a brook of mirth.
Poet tries to rectify society’s monsterous activities;
Through truth, peace, non-violence provides delight.
Through delightful verses attracts the society;
In God’s lap lives with gaiety.
Poet depicts good and evil deeds of society;
Desires a peaceful society with gaiety.
Is a reformer of society;
Penetrates rays of gaiety.
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Innocent Beauty Vavroovahana Patra
Innocent beauty lives below the mountain;
Enjoys the beauty of the fountain.
Magnifies the beauty of Nature;
With sweet conversation contents poet’s desire.
Innocent Beauty is a beautiful flower;
In the lap of Nature is a lovely creature.
Her innocence provides inspiration;
She is a cosy rosy Beauty in the lap of Creation.
A little sweet conversation delights the poet day and night;
He is inspired to depict verses with delight.
Derives peace and pleasure;
Derives peace from the lap of Nature.
Beauty passes on the path delightfully;
Poet depicts poems gaily.
Enchants enjoying the Beauty;
She is a Brook of Gaiety.
Vernal Sun beam provides gay;
Beauteous looks the vernal day.
People enchant delightfully;
Poet surrenders on Mother’s feet gaily.
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Yellow blossoms Vavroovahana Patra
Yellow blossoms of mango bloom beautifully;
Poet enjoys the beauty delightfully.
Innocent village looks beautiful;
Peasants enchant being delightful.
Vernal breeze kisses the blossoms cordially;
Fragrance of blossoms brings encouragement enthusiastically.
In spring Nature looks beautiful;
All creatures enjoy the beauty being delightful.
Mother Vinapanee smiles on Earth;
People surrender on Mother’s feet with mirth.
Poet chants Mother’s hymns gaily;
Peasants surrender on Mother’s feet joyously.
Cuckoo sings delightfully on the tree;
In the lap of Nature the innocent bird is free.
Mother ble+ssth guys and girls to proceed on right path;
People of all religions smile with mirth.
Nature is a Bride adorned with Beauty;
She is a Brook of Delight.
Poet depicts verses delightfully.
Devotes surrender on Mother’s feet g
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Siridi Sai Baba
SIRIDI SAI BABA Vavroovahana Patra
Siridi Sai Baba is everywhere;
Attracts devotees with pleasure.
At the age of sixteen Baba advises devotes;
Inspires to engage mind in social service with delight.
Baba advises to provide food to dogs, cattle and poor people daily;
Providing food derive peace daily.
On Thursday pray Baba delightfully;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet daily.
Baba is omnipresent;
Provides peace, merriment.
Protects devotee’s life;
Evaporates devotee’s grief.
I, the poet, pray Baba gaily;
Surrender on the Lotus Feet delightfully.
Baba is Vishnu, Rama, Krishna, Jagannath on Earth;
In four ages Baba incarnates with mirth.
Siridi is pure forever;
Baba smiles at Siridi with pleasure.
Cures devotee’s disease;
In the family showers Baba’s Bliss.
He is Almighty;
I, the novelist pray Baba’s with gaiety.
Baba protects women devotees daily;
Provides peace in pure women gaily.
I sing Baba’s song in morning;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, mind is delighting.
Baba is omnipresent in my family;
Praying Baba we live delightfully.
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
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Silvery Beauty Vavroovahana Patra
Innocent silvery Beauty allures the poet;
Poet waits a while for a little delight.
Admires the art of creations;
Pervading the mystery of Beauty she frees tension.
Silvery Beauty allures delightfully;
Poet drinks the nectar of Beauty gaily.
The vehicle waits a while on the path;
Poet enchants with mirth.
Beauty is a gift of Almighty;
Lover enjoys with Delight.
Beauty enchants mind, heart miraculously;
Lover functions duty delightfully.
Poet heart reminisces Beauty’s face with gaiety;
He derives peace and delight;
All beautiful things are attracting;
In the lap of Nature are delighting.
Beauty appears with peace and pleasure;
Contents lover’s desire.
Beauty is a Deity;
Lover prays with gaiety.
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Ocean of Tranquillity Vavroovahana Patra
Vernal breeze tranquilises poet with delight;
Poet surrender on the feet of God Shiva, the Almighty.
Fragrance of the pure shrine attracts the devotees;
Poet is a devotee, enchants with delight.
Chanting God’s hymns depicts verses cheerfully;
He blessth all innocent devotees gaily.
Vernal Breeze penetrates waves love, affection;
Beauteous is miraculous creation.
Devotees chant hymns on the shrine day and night;
God is the Deity of Deities, the Almighty.
Devotees drink the nectar of Eternal peace;
In the auspicious vernal mom devotees derive Bliss.
God’s alter is endowed with blossoms and flowers;
Devotees pray God to content the desires.
God’s love is the Eternal Truty;
The Tranquil serene sanctified shrine is an ocean of mirth.
Cuckoo’s sweet melody mingles in the environment;
All devotees chanting God’s name dance with Merriment.
God loves all innocent creatures;
Beautiful is His lovely creation.
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
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Politicians Vavroovahana Patra
Politicians exploit the people of the country;
Hoarding money, remain in palatial building with delight.
Poor people die with plight;
Politicians say India is a country of prosperity.
Without providing food to the poor entertain day and night;
Do not feel all are sons and daughters of Almighty.
Widow laments for food day and night;
The family remain in hunger with plight.
Politicians forget their ideology of sacrifice;
Remain away Divine Bliss.
Entangle in bribe and corruption;
Enhance society’s tension.
A good politician thinks upliftment of society;
Derives peace observing poorman’s smile and delight.
A good politician derives peace serving the patient;
Lives in peace with merriment.
Good politician is blessed with Divine power;
God blesses him with peace, pleasure.
Service to human beings is service to Divinity;
All are sons and daughters of the same Almighty.
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Poet is free
Poet is free
No grammarian can guide the poet
Do not tell before a poet you are dare
And I know there are so many grammarians
With so many grammars
The poet is one with truth with love
All the grammars old middle modern
Are of no use for a poet
At the time of poet's thought
Poet's love poet's poetry
Nobody can search research poet's history
Nobody can dare to described poet
Poet can create his own language
His own grammar and it does not bother the poet
Whether you like it or not
Leave the poet on his own way
It is better you to read him love him
If you are alive.
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The Poet Finds....
The poet finds whatever the moon could not see,
The poet finds whatever the earth does not know,
The poet finds whatever the sun could not see,
The poet finds whatever others do not know,
The poet finds whatever the stars could not see,
So why do the heathen rage and the people plot vanity? !
For she who is pregnant is closer to us,
And the hart pants after streams of water.
Your tears have been your food night and day,
And like your inner self in the lan dof your muse;
But the poet finds whatever the sun could not see.
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Poet
POET
He is a poet
When his thoughts survey
What distressed millions flay
He is a poet
When his works slay
Every social evil sway
He is a poet
When his words relay
What virtuous people say
He is a poet
When his expressions lay
Portraits on brains’ gray
Sathya….
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I am not a poet
They say I am not a poet,
I, too, think so,
I am not a poet,
For I dare not turn the truth,
Into falsehood,
Or vise-versa,
I refrain myself from decorating
my verses with words and phrases,
To create sensation.
I call spade a spade,
In the simplest term
I may not be a poet,
But am aware of,
The mysteries of love,
I may not be a poet, But know how to detect,
Imitations in emotions.
I am aware of,
The cavity the society bears,
The thriving double standards,
The artificial claims of love,
I know I am not a poet,
I prefer to remain a simple person, Without being obsequious,
I can accomplish my task,
I just say what I feel,
So what if they do not send
Their inspiring comments,
So what if they take my request for flattery,
I would go on expressing my feelings,
Whether they like it or not
For I am not a poet at all.
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Nature and Society Vavroovahana Patra
Silvery roses smile on the thorns beautifully;
Solitary innocent woman through worries attracts gaily.
Silence brings peace and pleasure;
Sanctity of society is a God’s altar.
Society smiles with a god environment;
Sisters, brothers, parents enchant with merriment.
Scientific inventions provide employment;
Students inspired with merriment.
Simplicity of woman attracts the travelers;
Shrine of God Shiva smiles in the lap of Nature.
Serenity of the altar allures devotees;
Saints meditate on God with delight.
Seasons come and go delightfully;
Spring brings enthusiason gaily.
Song of peasants brings affection;
Sacrifice of people beautify the creation.
Smiling face of woman brings pleasure;
Stream of love flows in a good society by the Director.
Sky of spring brings peace;
Society smiles with Divine Bliss.
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This Poet Is Always Beside You
You are reading my poem but,
This poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
I am on your lips and,
I am in your mouth;
I am in your heart and,
I am in your mind;
Because, this poet is always beisde you.
This poet writes and others read,
This poet speaks and others listen,
And this poet is always beside you;
But, this poet is never known.
The works of this poet are on the internet,
And, they are being read by many! !
But, this poet is never known;
However, this poet is always beside you.
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Silence Vavroovahana Patra
Silence reign sat night;
All creatures rest with delight.
Poet’s pen poems delightfully;
All derive mental peace gaily.
Night is freed from worries, anxieties;
Men, women rest with delight.
Devotees, poets live peacefully;
Pray goddess gleefully.
Night’s lap is silent;
People derive peace, merriment.
Poets derive peace at night;
Mind derives peace from silence with delight.
God’s creation is beautiful;
Creatures are delightful.
Anxieties vanishes from person;
Delightful becomes God’s creation.
Poet surrenders on the feet of mother;
She is life’s operator.
Is our Generator;
Is our path shower.
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Mahanadee Vavroovahana Patra
Mahanadee is beautiful;
Lovers are delightful.
Boys play on the river;
Guys roam with pleasure.
Sands dazzle with sun ray;
Poet derives peace, gay.
Pebbles dazzle naturally;
Lovers enjoy the beauty gaily.
Pure water flows on the river;
Sun beam plays on the water.
Sun God mirrors on the water;
The spectacle allures writers.
Poet depicts verses gaily;
Derives peace silently.
Sun rise is beautiful;
The morn is delightful.
Sun god smiles in Eastern Horizon;
Beauteous is the mysterious creation.
Poet surrenders on sun God’s Lotus Feet;
Mind enchants with delight.
Mahanadee is a Deity;
Provides peace, gaiety.
Flows on Odissa’s soil gaily;
Mingles in Bay of Bengal lovingly.
The lovely river magnifies the beauty of Nature;
Allures poets, writers with pleasure.
Poet surrenders on God’s feet on the river;
Soul drinks the nectar of peace, pleasure.
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Utkalamanee Vavroovahana Patra
Bearded man comes to serve the destitute;
Bhargavee sings his glory with people’s gratitude.
Brother Gopabandhu served Odissa’s people as a real brother;
Beautiful Suando smiles with proide in the Lap of Nature.
Bakulavana’s Kokilakavee (a poet as cuckoo of the Bahula forest) serves people enthusiastically;
Benevolent heart of Utkalamanee enchants delightfully.
Beggars hungry fed by him sympathetically;
Boys and girls inspired with affection gleefully.
Bhagavat(Divine) quality pervades in his heart;
Beauteous is the actions of the hermit.
Blossoms of love, fraternity bloom in the society;
Breeze of sacrifice kisses all people with gaiety.
Behavior of Utkalamani inspired youths for human service;
Brother Gopabandhu was endowed with Divine Bliss.
Benediction, inspiration of Gopabandhu takes people on right path;
Brilliant poetic expressions pervades rays of mirth.
Bright sun beam kisses his lovely village during the day;
Butterflies kiss his garden’s flowers with gay.
Beloveds and lovers enlighten the path of the Great soul devotionally;
Bhargavee kisses with pure water affectionatively.
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Touchdowns and Fumbles
My poetry teacher tells me he isn’t a poet
He just writes poetry
I tell him I want to transfer out immediately
He shouldn’t be teaching
I mean anyone can write poetry
And if you say you write it good but aren’t a poet
Than you’re an arrogant prick
Give me a poet to learn from
Good or not, they still stand by their writing
While people who write poetry are weak.
Standing behind what people believe is good
And tossing away what people don’t like
A football player takes it all with him.
Touchdowns and fumbles, passes and interceptions
While couches talk about years when they
Were the best, but forget about all the others.
I can’t learn from a poetry writer
I need to know the mistakes and shortcomings
Or else history is damned to repeat itself in me
Give me a poet any day.
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