http://slow.writerscafe.org/JVLNRAO The original writings of author Jvl narasimharao en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968751 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The earnings of a soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/2152482/ MOTHERLY AFFECTION Mother is the holiest person on earth She gives all of us our birth We need not worship her like a presiding -deity But we have to look after her with some piety When we were kids, she cleaned our clothes And worked a lot about our good looks She put away our scattered books When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/2040927/ YOUR WIFEWife is the best companion for a manShe adds meaning to your life as a womanAnd gives birth to your progenyBy living life with you in great symphony She will stand by you through thick and thinAnd looks after your kith and kinYour kids enter her womb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/2040406/ It is description of my father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/2038949/ Marriage is the most important happening in one’s lifeIf one is a man, it brings him a wifeIf one is a woman , it brings her a husbandAnd they make each other’s life so grand Marriage helps the couple to have legitimate siblingsThey will rejoice at their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/2038947/ The whole world was  sleeping  Miraculously India came into being It was the result of 300 years toiling The Consequence of Martyrs’Sacrificing on 15th August,1947 Jawaharlal  made a historic speech Freedom came to everyIndia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1605613/ It is really my personal experience and mental and physical pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1588847/ What is the yardstick for success?Is it hoarding a lot of riches?Is it emancipation of your race?Or working on computer at am alarming pace?What are the character sticks of success people?Do they follow certain ethical principle?Can we call a scholar a successful man ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1403881/ The new Ugadi brings in many a dreamBut this year it is the time for electioneering teamInstead of the tender mango buds and the  Cuckoo's melodious songMany political campaigners do throngWe hear the opportunistic , affectionate political callDespite hiding their possib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1336600/ The man who fought against racial discriminationBecame the president for that very nationHe spent one third of his youthful life in prisonHe was a man of great reason and visionHe spent most of his life without wifeWith eternal and everlasting strifeHe always stood for hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1278337/ Who is a good English teacher?What should be his real stature?Does he have resonating voice?In the class does he not allow any noise? What is the best method to teach?To the children how should his lesson reach?Should he explain everything in detail?can h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1276269/ The poem ought to have been written on SACHIN'S retirement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1273813/  I am the self styled king of rhymeEvery day Icommit the habitual crimeEven duringmy hectic official schedule I find timeI think I amat my poetic primeWhen I am atmy emotional bestI try toquench my literary thirstThough Iworship many a Hindu godI cons.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1261782/ I am a great English teacherWith an incredible statureCarrying a well compiled textWhich is nothing but a mere pretext.I start teaching the lesson loudlyExplain the stories interestinglyTeach grammar and vocabulary analyticallyMy students listen to them nonchalant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1257830/ Ifsomebody steal your hard earned cash,Willyou forget it as mere trash?Or  will you intend to bashIf thethief is luckily allowed to smash? Aslong as money is in the BriefDoeseverybody want to be a thief,If theopportunity is provided in brief?Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1249518/ IAM A THINKING  and laughing BEASTFormy delicious  and luxurious feastIkill a beautiful  c**k , peacock or a mutegoatAndenjoy myself eating the meatUnlikea tree I can’t give fruitFlower,or even a rootMyways are rather bruteThough&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1242005/ CanI call myself a poet?Simply  because something  I  writeAmI really  destined to that fate?Someof the scribbling you may even hateWhat  makes one a  great  poet?Should  one write  in  free verse?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1241219/ sheis our endeared mother GoddessTwo demons are trying to bifurcate her massThey want her head without which she will be deadWe will make the two demons fledHow can we allow her to shed bloodWe are getting very redOne female demon came from a far off landThe long nose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1238971/ All the flowers are in full bloomLife is too short to have any gloomSo many sweet dishes to eatSo many friends to meetMy soul soars like a birdAs an artist I paint many adelightful wordMy future seems iridescently bright I can see moonlight in the dayIn the swin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1236094/ IN Europe weare a small IslandBut ourhistory is very grandWe ruledalmost the entire landIncommonwealth countries we have the blessing hand We gifted the world with an incrediblelanguageIn dramatichistory Shakespeare has a golden pageJoan of Arcis an inc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1236030/ Oh! Mother Goddess, You are bound byTwo demons-caste and dowryThey sustain strength, energy andpower from each otherAnd do not care the arrows from manya great warriorThe two demons block the progressiveway of the countrymenAnd destroy their critical anddemocratic acume.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1231593/ You are a brideYou should not have any prideThe so called bride groom looks atyour bodyThinking that you are nobodyHe forgets that you have a mind and heartYou become a victim in the sportHe does not care for your artAnd concentrates on your body partYou are just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1229685/  You were born in the cowshedBut the great philosophy you spread.And some invaluable words you saidIndeed you are the supreme LordYou played with childrenKilled many a demonPlayed with a melodious fluteShowed your devotees the virtuousrouteTaught great less.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1229236/ I don’t want to remain a foolish clownBut I do like to wear the poetic crownI no longer write my verseAnd will surely be redeemed from my friends’ curse I have more than two thousand poems to read.The task is Herculean, they may pleadEveryday I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1036857/ God created man  as ifhe were his own imageForgetting that he would do Him a lot of damage man crucified His  sonWho came to wipe out his sin  Man created class and caste Without which his life is a wasteA great scholar of other religion s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1036326/ I am  a man by genderAnd a teacher by professionA kapu by communityA Hindu by faith and customAn Andhraite in AndhrapradeshAn Indian in IndiaAn Asian in Asiaa human being in the worldson to my motherFather to my daughtersHusband to my wifeThe list goe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1034055/ If I read your poem and commentYou will read mineEven though it is not a gold mineOr does not have any shineUnfortunately, I am asking you to read mineWithout reading yours which is so fineI am being paid the penaltyMy poems have lost their noveltyThe number of comm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1033597/ A UNIVERSAL TEACHER We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ daySarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very dayHe showed the Indian nation the right wayHis debt how can we repay? He is a universal teacher And a man of inimitable statureWisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1032573/ I put on a white hatAnd have a nice chatWith my Muslim lotTurning to westHaving a sumptuous Ramadan feast I wear  a long whitepure JacketAnd mix with my Christian friendsPraying to Jesus Christ for his blessingsLike a holy priestAnd  hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1030814/ A text book makes youThink  onlyof itssize, font,Colour, illustrationsLessons, exercises and so on. But a text book is much more.It’s the hard toil of the writer,Co-coordinator, Editor, chief Editor,DTP  operator, copyreader and the Director... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1024679/ This poem is based on Srirangam srinivarao's telugu poem YE CHARITHRA CHUSINA (SRI SRI).It is not a mere translation..The poem is dedicated to him and poor form whom he always thought and wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1023452/ I  ATE MY GURU To my Guru I wantedto repay my debtAnd asked for his benign assentHE wanted me to be cannibalAnd advised me to eat his flesh and bloodJust like a cruel tiger wouldI thought it was beyond my human hood I was shuddered to hear his str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1012706/ This poem is about a professor who I admire most http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/1007468/ You come to me like a heavenly beautyTo remind me of my manly dutyYour presence makes me sensuousBecause every inch of your body is so precious I suck your n*****sSending  you loving  ripplesAnd I lie my head on your caring chestCaressing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/994663/  I follow you likeyour own shadow Right from the moment you are bornYour parents and relatives celebrate your birthFor some years with joy and enthusiasm And buy you many a gift and toyLater you start celebrating your birthday Forgetting that you are coming near .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/994612/ YESTERDAY WAS WORLD MUSIC DAY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/993585/ NEW MARCHMy friends on the FACE BOOK reminds me of my birth dayI don’t know If I am on the right wayI am an English teacher by professionBut a humanist by mission I have completed Fifty one years of ageIt is doubtful if I will in history find a pageI can&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/940199/  PONGAL  is a festival of three daysIt is symbolic of Indian cultural ethosThe first day is called BhogiIndians celebrate it with religious pietyChildren wear new dressesMothers prepare delicious dishesEverybody in the home washes their hairThe villagers light the wooden fireChildren throw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/886297/ The sinners tried to crucify your physical partsYou won our spiritual heartsYou are an embodiment of loveAnd flew the peaceful dove You descended from heavenAnd created this universe in days sevenYou are the real source of lightAnd make our lives bright&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/845160/ This poem is dedicated to my friend and cousin,BABULU, who went into a point of no return yesterday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/822093/ He is a great communistHis  son and daughter settled in AmericaHe loves his mother tongueHis two wards study in a corporate English schoolHe is our education Minister.She is an international feministWho killed her daughter-in-law for more dowry.He supports the anti- .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/796818/ There are three ways to reach GodDevotion, knowledge and work.Knowledge is infinite.The more you know, the more ignorant you become.It is almost impossible to reach God through knowledge.In this sinful world, whatever we do, is replete with sinWe should live like water on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/793487/ One day a young washer man Came to a Royal palace.The prince was taken abackBecause the washer man was just like himThe prince said to the washer-man“Ask your mother if the king has ever visited your house”The next day the washer man came to the princeAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/793469/ A monk meditated upon GodIn front of a woman’s house.She was a  debaucherEach time a visitor came to her houseHe would pick up a stone and throw it near byThe time rolled on and the years passed byThe heap of stones filed up day by dayThe monk and the woma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/791803/ Our life is a mere illusionWe are under incredible delusionThe sun neither sets in the westNor does it rise in the eastThe earth seems to be standingThe Sun looks  as if it were movingThe star we see is not thereIt has gone afarWe think  as though we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/790373/ Vinayaka is the son of parvathiThe Cosmic power and the evil destroyerHe lost his headIn his supreme duty to his dear motherAnd was put to death by Lord Shiva, his very fatherThe universe  saw thewrath of his motherLord  vinayaka becamethe first god in the h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/789236/ I live with a familyBut I feel I am aloneThough many material things I ownI know, to me, many things are unknown I hope for an honest societyBut corruption seems to be a commonalityI want the world to share my painAnd do not always think of my gain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/786153/ Please don't think that I am not an Indian and not a patriot.But I speak the truth.I will read all your poems and only then will I write another poem of mine.I will keep my promise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/780082/ If You read my poemI will read yoursI am not so liberal as youI really thank youI don't have the timeIt is really a crimeI could not return your requestIt may cause you great disgustI have decided to read your poemsand stop writing my poemsuntil I complete my dutyReading your poems is a beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/779778/ When I want to climb the mountain up,You hope I will be a great flop.Why do you always frown?And try to pull me down. You are always jealous of my success.Your envy is undoubtedly in excess.I never intend to do you any harm.I am always very calm. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JVLNRAO/779711/