Vijaya Bharathi
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Mother,
Who lives in our heart,
Is an armour gifted by the Gods
Protecting us from inner and outer odds.
Mother
A Vision Thro...
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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