Dr. Padma Shree R P Poems

In the aftermath of the bachelor's silent closure,
A plot with a building wearied and older,
The nephew-in-law seeks to resolve the tangle,
Amidst power struggles, an intricate wrangle.
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Chalk dust clings to my fingers, a badge of hope, not of blame,
I battle for each mind alight, a flickering spark in a system's game.
Spouse, a fighter etched in fire, storms halls with righteous ire,
Demanding change, a rebel's song against the education pyre.
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In the diverse realm of India's expanse,
Three icons emerged, each with a stance.
Gandhi, Tagore, Ambedkar, they came to be,
With views that shaped, each setting free.
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From crimson lips, a storm unleashed,
Words like arrows, venom-dipped and mean,
Pierce through trust, like thunder cleaves the beech,
Leaving scars where laughter used to glean.
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In the heart of Bengal's vibrant lands, where Ganges' whispers wove tales,
Lived a bard, Tagore, whose soul sang with the river's sacred scales.
He embraced life's joys and its somber hues, a poet of love's caress,
Painting the canvas of existence, revealing truths, a heart that wouldn't suppress.
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Across the page, a silent ballet,
Where pens in hand like dancers play.
In graceful curves and measured lines,
A symphony of thoughts entwines.
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O Captain! my Captain!

In the face of darkness and despair,
I stand tall with unwavering might.
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In an Indian home, at break of day,
A tender scene, in a timeless way.
A mother's love, a daughter's quest,
In this morning light, they're truly blessed.
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