Who is the Best..?
Once there was this Rishi
Living under a banyan tree
Meditating on Him, all his life
Alone, without worries or wife..
It was a sunny day, bit hazy
Rishi was relaxed and lazy
A mouse came running and fell at his feet
A cat came chasing to eat
The mouse prayed 'Gimme shelter or u sin'
The cat said 'Protecting my food is no less a thing'
Rishi had to decide one way or other
Rishi blessed the mouse to be his daughter
The daughter grew into a beautiful woman
Time came for Rishi to think of her man.
He asked the daughter for any criteria or test
She said she wanted only the Best
Best of a man is a Rishi, said the father
Not really so, said the daughter
When Rishi said, better than a Rishi is the only Sun
No, said the daughter, not the burning hot one!
Rishi asked the Sun, if he knows anyone better
The Sun said, try the Cloud, it hides my power
When Rishi told her of the Cloud's valor
No, said the daughter, I hate the dark color
Rishi asked the Cloud, who betters it
The Cloud said, surely the Wind, it blows me out
Rishi asked the daughter, if Wind is her choice
No, said the daughter, It just makes noise.
Rishi asked the Wind, for a better person
The Wind said, It is the immovable Mountain
Rishi asked the daughter, if Mountain passes her test
No, said the daughter, full of trough and crest
Rishi asked the Mountain for the best in the land
The Mountain said, It is the Mouse that crushes it to sand
Rishi asked the daughter, if Mouse is her groom
Yes, said the daughter, I love his eyes that zoom..
Rishi made his daughter back into a mouse
They married and lived in a hole as their house
The Best for a mouse is mouse, for Rishi a Rishi, for crook a crook
It depends on what you look out for; your outlook!
poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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Sorry Mom
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I must apologize for I'm wrong
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I need a chance to be strong
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry I got bad remarks
But I really want to play and dream
and hate anything thats routine
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'll wake up on time, I know the rule
do my homework and study hard
once I'm back from school
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'm just learning the ways
Of what is good and what is bad
and making choices in stead
I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry Mom
I'll never disappoint you,
I'll try ever harder not to
Yeah, its true, Yeah, its true.
Rishi Menon,11 years.
poem by Rishi Menon
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The Power Of Forgiveness
the soul contains many qualities
The character of man and his vagaries
But the most important quality of man
is the power to forgive a sin
earth is a world of ups and downs
it brings joy and it brings frowns
but life on earth teaches an important thing
t'is the power to forgive a sin
as age goes by, as time races on
as generations die and new ones are born
if you ever learn the last thing, it must be
the power to forgive a sin
Rishi Menon,13 years
poem by Rishi Menon
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My beautiful flowering trees
My beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall buy some land
Plant countless seeds
And watch them grow
Into beautiful flowering trees
A cool breeze
Will bring me
Sweet fragrances
From a thousand flowering trees
I shall listen
To the songs
From birds perched
In the tall flowering trees
I shall play
With my children and theirs
In the vast expanse of green
Amongst beautiful flowering trees
One day I shall rest
Passing into oblivion
My ashes scattered
Amidst the beautiful flowering trees
by Ash (Rishi's Dad)
poem by Rishi Menon
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Talent and Knowledge..
/* These are some verses based on a story in Ramayana */
Once there was a Rishi
Learned of all the sages and seers!
Living in the depths of a forest with his Son
Continuing his research and experimentation!
Awed by his father’s knowledge power
His son desired to be his true heir!
To excel with knowledge in every sphere
But did not like all the learning rigor!
“Father, is there a way? ” he asked in doubt
For all your knowledge to sprout
In my brain with little or no effort
As learning makes me distraught!
“Knowledge is not in what we recite
Neither what we read nor what we write
Learning is all about getting into essence
Experiment, experience and enhancements!
Even digging few feet into the soil
Requires so much effort and toil!
Mining our mind is much harder my son
Said the Rishi “Knowledge is precious diamond”
The son was in no mood to listen!
He went on to carry a severe penance!
Invoked Him to fill up his brain
Without any need to work-out or train!
God appeared before the blinkered boy!
“Grant me knowledge” –Son asked with joy!
Granted the God “Yours be the talent to shoot a spear”
“Knowledge to use it is your endeavor’
That was a cold and dark forest night
Even the evil spirits cuddled in blankets tight!
Son of the Rishi woke up in fear!
Sound of a beast approaching near...
The boon of his did not go waste
He picked a spear and threw in haste
Spear hit the target, right on spot
Cries of his father wrenched the heart!
Lay on the floor, the father of the son
Drenched in blood and desolation!
Collecting the herbs, he had come home
To be cut by the spear his son had thrown!
'Son, knowledge is not talent alone
Diamond uncut is only a stone..
Practice to listen; Process information
Plan your action; Perform execution'
Said the Rishi and breathed his last!
Son cried for his foolish exploit!
Hard-work leads to happy knowledge!
Short-cuts lead to sorrowful stage!
-TBT
poem by TheBigThinkg Human
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Son and daughter
Son and daughter
alike
treat daughter
as son.
No less no more
I am in my night bed
you are in your dream.
What is the time
asked daughter
answer is not there
what is the time
asked the son
and you are there.
What do you mean by son
what do you mean by daughter
by and by you are
not here.
No less no more
I declare.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Kid's truth lands pop in soup
It was a bright summer’s day
And a man was driving his car
It seems he was crossing the speed limit
So it’s obvious the police weren’t far
The police chased him all the way
But the man had already reached his house
He admitted himself inside
Looking as terrified as a mouse
He asked his wife to tell
The police that he hadn’t come
And he concealed himself in the bedroom
Feeling depressed, scared and glum
The police arrived and asked the wife where he was
She said he wasn’t there
When her three year old daughter stepped up
With cheeks so chubby and fair
She piped up in her little voice,
“If you want to know just ask me
Daddy’s hiding in the bedroom
Why don’t you go and see? ”
The police caught the man
And asked him, “Well, what do you say,
It seems because of your own daughter
You are in trouble today”
The man just shook his head and said,
“I am to be blamed for this tumult
I always taught my daughter never to lie
And this is the result! ”
The inspiration for this poem came from an anecdote in Reader's Digest
poem by Risha Ahmed
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That's It - The Most Beautiful Thing
When an eye meets another,
A curve that spreads
Gently below
Is the most beautiful thing.
When blissful thoughts
Shine over drops of your worries,
A rainbow on your face
Is the most beautiful thing.
When you see a person smiling,
Something that pulls apart,
The ends of your Mouth
Is the most beautiful thing.
An infectious Smile,
That you caught this morning
Is,
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING! !
poem by Rishi Kaashyap
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To be a votive...
Oh to be the smile you adorn
Oh to be the twinkle in your eyes
Oh to be the melody in your voice
Oh to be the grace in your dance
Oh to be the poise of peace in you
Or to just be a votive to sunshine……
Oh to be the wind to braid your hair
Oh to be the earth to feel your feet bare
Oh to be the water to quench your thirst
Oh to be the fire to illuminate your temple
Oh to be the sky to echo your prayers
Or to just be a votive to sunshine………..
poem by Rishi Votive
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It Is Needless To Ask Of A Saint
It is needless to ask of a saint the caste to which he belongs;
For the priest, the warrior. the tradesman, and all the
thirty-six castes, alike are seeking for God.
It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be;
The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter-
Even Raidas was a seeker after God.
The Rishi Swapacha was a tanner by caste.
Hindus and Moslems alike have achieved that End, where remains no mark of distinction.
Mothers And Their Daughters
they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries
to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl
i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son
my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest
they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans
as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter
I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa
poem by Paul Bamberger
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Father And Daughter
Father and daughter spend some quiet time together in the living room
Shining through the curtain is the sun
And outside is the glorious afternoon
Father reads to his daughter the poetry she loves
Father and daughter enjoy each other's company
Father takes his daughter by the hand
As they take a walk outside
Father cares for his daughter
And always wishes the very best to happen for her
poem by Justin Gildow
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Why Can't That Be Me
Why can't that be me, the daughter
you come home to
Loving me all the time, and saying I miss you
Why can't that be me, the daughter you call everyday
The daughter that you miss so much, that she takes your breath away
Why can't that be me, the daughter that makes you cry
The one that touches your soul, everytime she says goodbye
Why can't that be us, daughter to father
Without you in my life, everyday it gets harder
poem by Jasmine Dugas
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Paradoxical Alikes
Blazing red
Ascetic saffron
Appeal to me
In same tone
Radical cannons
Vedic canons
Sound to me
In same tune
Rishi Marx
Rebel Manu
Seem to me
Right addresses
Take my route
Learn the truth
(Manu was a great exponent of Vedas. He wrote Manu Smrithi
a codified Hindu law based on Vedic tenets)
BY sathya narayana
dt: 11-11-2008
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Im sorry...
Im sorry for messaging you on msn,
Im sorry for flirting with you then,
Im sorry for making you fall in love,
Im sorry for making you my live,
Im sorry for every single lie,
Im sorry for everytime i made you cry,
Im sorry for being emotional,
Im sorry for being inconsequential,
Im sorry im not smart,
Im sorry that sometimes i fart,
Im sorry that i hurt you so deep,
Im sorry you made my heart beat skip,
Im sorry for ignoring your needs,
Im sorry for everything I did,
Im sorry for fighting with you,
Im sorry for wanting to be your beau,
Im sorry that you hate me so much,
Im sorry for missing your every touch,
Im sorry i wont be seeing you tomorrow,
Im sorry for giving you your sorrows,
Im sorry for wanting you to have my last name,
Im sorry that now you barely remember my name,
Im sorry that you cant forgive me,
Im sorry but i hope you do miss me,
Im sorry for calling you too many times,
Im sorry if my poem doesnt rhyme,
Im sorry that i'll never be sorry again,
coz sorry is a word you'll never hear from me again.
Please forgive me...
poem by Rishi Pannu
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Happy Birthday Dad.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
A whole year has gone by
With a blink of an eye
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
You are a year older
Don't worry, you'll live longer
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Time sure flies when you're having fun
That's how I'll feel when this day is done.
poem by Rishi Menon
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An Oldness and a Daughter
I asked my daughter the question, 'Tell me the truth, do you feel the way that I am becoming old? '(I am 48 and my daughter is 17.)
My daughter responded,
'When you smoke, you are old.'
Monologue: I am not actually smoking.I am attempting to be back to dream.How did she see my oldness when I am going back to my dream?
I am just an old man waiting to see my dream appearing back to my life.
WOW!
Please feed my daughter
It's been a long time since we've had food and water.
I don't care about myself but please feed my daughter.
I hate to inconvenience you or to intrude.
But my daughter will die if she doesn't gets some food.
She's a sweet girl who is adorable and her heart is pure.
My entire world will collapse if anything happens to her.
I asked others for food but they all said no.
They didn't give a damn and that was pretty low.
I'm willing to do some work around your house if you'll spare a meal.
I'll do anything to feed my daughter except steal.
I lost my home and my job and I'll appreciate any food that you'll give her.
If she dies, I want to die too because life won't be worth living unless I'm with her.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Father Daughter Moments
My daughter said something the other day
We were sitting on the front steps, talking
Someone wanted to enter the building, she stood up and said 'we're just having a father daughter moment'
My daughter is still young, only 27
And hearing her say that, my heart swelled with pride
She still wants to have moments with her father
My adult daughter still needed me
So much is said about the mother-daughter bond
But there's an even stronger bond between a father and a daughter
No matter how old she is, she's still daddy's little girl
And he always wants to be there for her
Father daughter moments last a lifetime
From playground accidents to a broken heart
You do your best to help her pain go away
Because when she's in pain, you are too
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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The King of Erin's Daughter
THE King of Erin's Daughter had wind-blown hair and bright,
The King of Erin's Daughter, her eyes were like the sea;
(O Rose of all the roses, have you forgotten quite
The story of the days of old that once you told to me?)
The King of Erin's Daughter went up the mountain side
And who but she was singing as she went upon her way,
'O somewhere waits a King's Son and I shall be his bride,
And tall he is and fair he is and none shall say him nay.'
The King of Erin's Daughter–O fair was she and sweet–
Went laughing up the mountain without a look behind
Till on the lofty summit that lay beneath her feet
She found a King's Son waiting there, his brows with poppies twined.
O tall was he and fair was he. He looked into her face
And whispered in her ear a word un-named of mortal breath
And very still she rested, clasped close in his embrace,
The King of Erin's Daughter, for the bridegroom's name was Death.
poem by Norah M. Holland
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Perumaal91-96
91 Penancing Dharmadev where visioned Thee
Thereon where built Thine abode Vishvakarma
Thine golden beauty where adores NoopuraGangai
Sundaravalli where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirumaliruncholai(Azhagar Malai)
That in appraisal versifies where Andaal handsome Thee
Hey Paramaswami, vision, I surrender
92Deceived Asuras where Thine Mohini
Nectar-droplets where fell to sanctify
Thine Matsya where retrieved Brahma's veda-codices
Where with Mohanavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of ThiruMohoor
That staunch Brahma where worshipped Thee gratefully
Hey Kaalamega Perumaal, vision, I surrender
93 Kadamba Rishi penanced where to vision Thee
Brahma, Indra where gifted Kadamba Thine images
Mayan and Vishvakarma where built Thine abode
Thirumamagal where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirukoshtiyoor
That Narayana mantra where atop Ramanuja preached
Hey, Uragamellanaiyan, vision, I surrender
94 Dhasaratha penanced where for a child
Imploring on ocean farther where Rama to Varuna pleaded
On Dharbasayanam where penanced Rama for Sita
Where with Kalyanavalli, Padmasini Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirupullani
That descended Thee where for Kalava, Kanva, Pullava rishis
Hey, AdiJagannath, vision, I surrender
95 Where for satvaguna blessed Adiseshan penanced
Rishi Athri's son where for Thine grace penanced
Penancing Satyarishi awaiting where after Thee blessed
Uyyavantha Thaayaar where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of ThiruMeyyam
That Pururuva too where Thee blessed
Hey Satyagirinatha, vision, I surrender
96 Fish-shaped such that land where from Vaikunta gifted
Manu whereatSarayu-bank founded then
Worshipped Pallikondanathan where Ikshvakus generationally
Where with Sitapiratti Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of ThiruAyodhi
That Kulasekhara fondly where sings Thee
Hey SriRama, vision, I surrender
poem by Indira Renganathan
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