Happy is ceramic
Beautiful and blue
Safe as the titanic
Cold as summer dew
Happy is warm sunshine
Bright and dancing light
Sweet as ocean brine
Sharp as a bat’s sight
Happy is wind winding
Whistling through the world
Strong as leather binding
Hard as hair uncurled
Happy is elusive
Hiding in the dark
Ever more abusive
Always leaves a mark
Happy is perfection
So keep a close guard
To prevent infection
Is sometimes quite hard
Anonymous said:
Very nice Ravi. I’m not sure about the sweetness of brine.
I didn’t comment on the last couple of poems because I felt sort of disturbed reading them.
Keep at it. You are doing good.
Love
Ammuma
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Gita Pillai said:
I like it Ravi. Its really good.
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Sue Hausner said:
Happy is having grandchildren as wonderful as you
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Gita Pillai said:
From Maya Angelou …
Give birth again to your dream
take it into the palms of your hands
mold it into the shape of your most private need ~
sculpt it into the image of your most public self
lift up your hearts
each new hour holds new chances for new beginnings
the horizon leans forward offering us space to place new steps of change.
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