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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Tribute to Shri Ratan Tata

Shri Ratan N.Tata . Picture Credits : Wikipedia

 (Poetic Tribute to Shri Ratan  N Tata, who passed away on 9 October, 2024 and whose name requires no introduction.)

The nervous nineties shuffled a nation's economic coil, 
whither do we go? What fortune binds ?
That household brand seemed to be in a boil,
troubled times called for tougher minds.

In these times of shorter attention and fickle fame, 
where man dances to the tune of color paper,
and where inequality is cherished to the core,
one man stood tall, simple and honest and he did matter. 

A rebranding done, all challenges accepted, 
a life well lived, warming many hearts. 
A Gentle Giant passed away in the dead of the night, 
An era ends, a noble soul departs. 


"Tribute to Shri Ratan Tata" - on Shri Ratan N.Tata
16 Saladi Jamindar Street, Palakollu
Thursday, 10th of October, 2024.
Maheeth Veluvali.


Monday, July 1, 2024

Sweet Victory

(On Saturday, 29th of June, 2024 - India beat Republic South Africa to clinch ICC Cricket World Cup T20 2024, a major cricket title after an agonizing near misses of eleven years. This is a poetic tribute to the men in blue.)

"
In Barbados, an old tale seemed to play out, 
a familiar eerie script, a Deja vu of sorts. 
The hopes and dreams seldom in doubt,
but aren't twisted tales a part of sports?

The West held promise unlike the travails of past, 
what's that good in the game of cricket, many would feel?
But the nation of passionate millions waiting for a blast,
got everything when Rohit Sharma's men sealed the deal.

Fandoms passed down from generations, 
a cult that survives and thrives. 
One game of bat and ball with twenty two players
a feverish craze beyond mere words. 

Let the negativity and naysayers wait for all that matters, 
And hear, hear; - Indian Cricket, another glorious chapter is added.  
What a game it was, and catches do win matches,
a gloomy decade gone, let us bask in glory, with our boys' backs' patted.
"

"Sweet Victory" (Poem / Poetic Tribute) 
                                                                                                                            16 Saladi Jamindar Street,
Palakollu. 
Monday, 1st of July, 2024.
Maheeth Veluvali

Thursday, December 16, 2021

1971

 
Picture information and credits below

The ides of march brought ill tidings to us all, 
for we lament the East that's bleeding red;
while the politics of power was vested and small, 
behold the Bengal of yore, the beauty brutalized;
 
The western beacons of democracy went silent, 
and refugees set for the noble land as problems piled;
There was neither time nor space, every day's a torment;
A sinister ploy left our brains raked and our hearts riled.
 
Then in winter, we made the impossible possible, 
a team was set and everything's in place;
A defining moment of glory so indomitable, 
wherein bluffs were called and risks were taken.
 
From the sea at Karachi, amidst clouded skies over Calcutta,
crossing the Meghna and liberating Dhaka -
To those valiant many who fought and died, 
and to the people of the new nation, 
What a glorious victory was it, etched forever in loving memory!
 

Poem / Poetic Tribute (English) - 1971
Exactly 50 years ago this day, i.e, 16th of December 1971, the Third Indo-Pak war concluded with the surrender of Pakistani forces in the then East Pakistan, leading to the formation of Bangladesh. The poem is a tribute to the Indian martyrs and is a commemoration of the 50 year friendship between the nations of India and Bangladesh. 
Picture above - Lt Gen A A K Niazi signing the Instrument of Surrender under the gaze of Lt Gen J S Aurora (left), General Commander of the Indian and Bangladeshi Forces. 
 
 
Maheeth Veluvali, 
16 Saladi Jamindar Street, Palakollu,
Thursday, 16th of December 2021.

Saturday, August 14, 2021

India @ 75

Seventy Five years ago, our nation began her tryst with destiny,

with an echo of freedom that warmed few million hearts.

An era of despair and destruction ended emphatically;

but all's not good, for the new nation was already scarred.

 

Unified yet diverse, from the lofty Himalayas through the Gorgeous Ganges;

with bountiful plains and forests of yore, is a timeless ideal that seized the minds of men,

and lusted by traders and conquerors, this land of Bharatas;

Our India, an amalgamation of ideals and melting pot of cultures!

 

As we scan the annals of our glorious history, our chests fill with pride

at the supreme sacrifices of freedom fighters and nation builders,

And in the march of nations, ours is but a unique tale,

as we celebrate 75 years of freedom, wonder with what glorious tales of success the future beckons!

 

 

Poem (English) - "India @ 75" - On the eve of 75th Independence Day of India. 

 

Saturday, 14th of August, 2021,. 

Maheeth Veluvali,

16 Saladi Jamindar Street, Palakollu,.

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Catharsis

(To whomsoever it may concern)

My World’s an ugly truth & your world’s a beautiful lie,
I knew I’d end up dejected no matter how hard I try!
How cruel and deceptive is reality, and how I assumed I was smart;
The dreams that I built got locked stoically in my heart.

Yesterday, when the cuckoo sang an ode to your beauty,
Then paling in your presence, the reddest Roses writhed in jealousy.
Me, a mundane creature lost in the travails of daily life,
How wrong for a mortal to gaze upon a Star so bright and right, it’s ripe for strife!

But the pains that I endured and the smiles that I generated
Would pale as I failed to conquer the one heart that mattered,
All the trysts we had and the hopes that I entertained,
Would all be shadows and dust in the fell clutch of feeling nothing.

But, Darling, consign all the melancholy and nostalgia to me,
As I look up to the heavens that are blessed with your charming grace.
In the lonely days and longing nights that follow, I smile and cry,
For the little things that mattered, the memories we made, pleasures even Gods couldn’t deny!
 
 
Poem - Catharsis
Maheeth Veluvali, 
16 Saladi Jamindar Street, Palakollu,.
Saturday - 15th of May, 2021.