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My real name is Subramanian A and Ravi Panamanna is my pseudonym for poetry. I am a retired official of the State Bank of India. Settled in Palakkad, Kerala, India. My literary awards include The Bharath Award for Literature (best story), and the Poiesis Awards both in Poetry and short story, all conducted jointly by Xpress publications.com. My interests cover photography, philosophy, and science. Google search under Ravi Panamanna would take the searcher to my various links. The following is one of my links https://allpoetry.com/Ravi_Panamanna This is another link https://www.poemhunter.com/ravi-panamanna/ This is another link https://www.scribd.com/user/27366068/Subramanian-A

  December 2023     3 months ago

Submitted Poems 29 total

A Research

I do a research
On mass psychology.
Where shall I begin?
I know not.

Where shall I end?
Not beyond a monkey-
Bitten by a scorpion,
Drunken and lunatic
To be so sure!
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A Jigsaw Puzzle

With a couple of utensils,
A bundle of things, a sack,
A rusty box, a broken cradle,
And in sunken dreams,

With a couple of kids
In rugged clothes,
In cadaver conditions,
I saw a family at the station.

Where were they going?
Where was...

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An Armed Guard

After serving our frontiers-
Braving the seasons,
Braving the weather,
Waging a battle,

He returns home-
With an iron box of dreams,
The warts of wars,
A cartload of memories.

The gales are now over
But life is not yet over.
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A Thought for the Day.

Prices go up
Our life goes down.
Salaries go up
But our hearts go down.

Lifestyle has gone up
But our moral side has gone down.
Hatred is on the increase
Kindness is on the decrease.

Thus, we cruise along,
We are searching for a shore....

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A Graceful Lady

The night was falling in
Birds folded their wings.
Upon the Irish hills
Winter was thickly crystallizing.

Upon the singular, frozen lane
Stars cast a beckoning glance.
The travelers are now gone
And the pathway lay forlorn.

From a corner...

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An excellent poem. From all the struggles you will grow.
From failures, you’ll get wise.
But still, sometimes I wish I could
paint rainbows in your skies.

Though every parent would wish he could paint a rainbow in the skies of their children, it does not happen. The parent feels better that his children learn about life by themselves - from struggles they would grow and from failures, they would become wise. 

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Pound is generally coined as Poet, Lover, and Lunatic. However, this poem is a fine observation of man. A man displays a curious and diverse nature, often unpredictable. The human mind is like a drunken monkey which is already a lunatic, bitten by a snake and a scorpion! Just think of the state. 

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An excellent narrative poem from the gifted pen of Wordsworth. Beyond a Nature Poet, he has written poems of this kind wherein he would describe the state of affairs of people who lived in singular circumstances. The description is very vivid here. Notably, a mother becomes kind-hearted and willing to send her idiot boy to fetch a doctor past midnight upon seeing her neighbor's lady lying in a precarious condition without considering her uncertainties about the mission. Who would normally venture to send their children under such odd circumstances to a distant town? We need a deep reflection on this.

This poem shows that man can conquer odd circumstances with his will and a benevolent heart. Thus, the poem finally takes our hearts to a different level from just the level of reading a narrative poem. 

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'The Course of My Last Wish' is my latest addition at Poetry.com. The summary of the poem is:
This is a narrative poem about the irony of a man's final wish in life and the outcome of it. Things need not shape the way we wish while lying on our deathbed. A man who was a native of Dublin was living in London for a long time and his final wish was to flow his ashes on the Dublin Strait. Something else finally took place and the poem concludes with notes on the philosophy of life:- Between the lashing waves and the toll of time, Where is man and the realization of his final wish? The entire world is an open stage Life indeed is a plot without a structured script. 

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Very interesting. Whatever can be the score, such quizzes enrich our vocabulary, language and general knowledge.

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Thanks a lot for your high-strung review. I cherish. By 'Mercuric Angels', what I meant was the silver-toned nature of the smalt of Night/Nature and to highlight it used the image of an Angel. The usage of angels led me to further images like Archangels, Parish, etc. Archangels to my thoughts include a "heavenly being', a 'spiritual being' and the like. 

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Thank you so much for an excellent review of my poem and special thanks for the suggestions for reviewing certain lines and images. Thanks.

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