ashwathi's works

sudhak90 · Jun 21, 2007

another poem by ashwathi- need comments.

sudha

A STRUGGLE FOR EMANCIPATION

I felt a tear,
Roll down my cheek,
A soothing voice I longed to hear,
I pleaded to the unknown to speak…..

I heard not a voice,
Oh! How lonely I felt,
My tender face, moist,
On my weak knees I knelt.

Soon blew a cool breeze,
Drying my heavy eyes,
Ah! What a release!
My soul to heaven did rise.

My ignorance knew not,
That God’s hand was on me,
A meaningless war I fought,
Until his presence I could see….

chitrajan · Jun 21, 2007

Dear Sudha

Your daughter is gifted, no doubt.

I liked the poems very much and the The Question of life is excellent.

God bless her.

abhatv · Jun 21, 2007

Hi Sudha,

Your daughter's poems are wonderful. No further words to say. I am speechless.

Regards,

Abha.

sudhak90 · Jun 23, 2007

thanku chitrajan and abha.

sudha

indhusri · Jun 23, 2007

Dear Sudha ,
Ur daughter Aswathi 's poems are extremely good ! Hats off to her ! I wish her all the best & pray God she should get her identity as a great poet in the world of litrary !
With best wishes from
Indhu .

Tamildownunder · Jun 23, 2007

Dear Sudha,

Your daughter's poems are very impressive and enjoyable. She seems to be a very mature kid and these poems deserve both praise and prize.

Regards,

TDU

Nivedi · Jun 25, 2007

Hi Sudha,

Ashwathi's poem's speak of her sensitivity and her broad perspective and deep insight. She is a truly gifted person and I wish her the best.

Regards,
Nivedi

sudhak90 · Jun 25, 2007

thank u indushri,tamildownunder adn nivedhi.

all ur goodwishes will help her perform better.

sudha iyer

sudhak90 · Jun 27, 2007

hi another of ashwathi's first poems written 4yrs ago.

ETERNAL PERFECTION

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I stare blankly at the ground,
Worn out and barren;
When something sparkles at my feet,
A dark night's twinkling star;
It is a diamond,
That I let my eyes meet....
I can see its sharpened edges,
Dispersing light around;
And there, on the rough ground,
Lies this stone, bright and clear......
Has it transformed the Earth into a pure pool?
The world seems so perfect,
The world seems so unsullied;
Unlike those haggard places,
I have dewlled in, all life.......
Abode of cursed beings - Darkness!
I feel pure and transformed,
No longer gahstly as I was;
But what's in a piece of rock?
I've oft wondered.....
Contemplation in the quiet hours......
Soon, it strikes home, the Secret,
In my possession, is a priceless stone,
A flawless rock of Nature,
Transforming my dark life......
A perfect creation of yore......

Note: One of my very first poems...
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