From Hey Ram to Jai Shri Ram.

In an era of "Jai Shri Ram"

"Hey Ram" becomes a misnomer.

When political slogans change, 

Gods too are addressed differently.

We are now far away in time, 

From the Rama Rajya days,

If such a regime had really existed.

Who is ready now, to forego the throne 

As Bharatha did, by adoring 

His elder's footwear, enthroned.

Who lives here like Hanuman

With his heart keeping a space, 

For his Lord and his spouse.

Rebuild temples of your choice,

But do not make it a tool to rule,

For no one remains too long,a fool.

If divine slogans are uttered to play games foul,

Temples will stay, but gods will skip your howl.

God sees whether a regime's rule is firm or frail.

God is happy when fairness and justice prevail.

P.Chandrasekaran 

The miracle of motherhood.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.

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Mothers kickstart our lives,

Despite our kicking their wombs.

In between thrills and pain that kills, 

Motherhood is a mystifying miracle.

Every mother is a HR head

With her lap serving as bed.

Hurdles are hidden in her Monaliza smile;

Strains spread her routine, in a sweet style.

Mothers are bearers of biting tales of life;

But never do they don roles of tale bearers. 

They know to fondle kids and handle dreads,

With bundles of pressures swirling their heads.

Each mother is a sample of the Mother Earth, 

Experiencing endurance tests, of a life's worth.

P.Chandrasekaran