YOU AND I by Editor Otteri Selvakumar (books for 5 year olds to read themselves txt) 📖

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YOU AND I

 

 

 

 

 

About with love and peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

ZERO

 

Poetry Magazine Anthology

 

Editor: Otteri Selvakumar

 

 

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Book name : YOU AND I

Type : English Poems

Pages : 64

Prize : One hundred only

Copyright © Poets

Publish: 2019 Sep 19

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Publisher : Zero poetry magazine

Address : 13,Santhiyappa Street,
                      Otteri,Chennai -600012

TamilNadu, India

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email: otteriselvakumar@gmail.com

YOU AND I

YOU AND I

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I ran a poem called 'Zero' about five years ago and it came out twice a month, then suddenly stopped for three months, then four months, then three years.
Although the economy was not a major crisis, I was short of time, so I could not continue to run the 'Zero' poetry magazine.
After that, I write my poems for my soul satisfaction, put them on websites, write them in various e-magazines, and in weekly magazines.
I am writing new books. Intact
I wanted to publish a collection of poetry based on '' Zero '' poetry magazine, announce it via Facebook and listen to the poems of many friends.
Well, after reading and editing the poems of friends I know, I have also collected my poems and published them as 'You and I'.

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Regards

Otteri Selvakumar

Arti Rai

 About You

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It seems

I am lost in clouds

Touching the peaks of

Majestic Kanchenjunga

Losing my consciousness

Over you,you alone

Do you know?

No, perhaps no.

Why don't you Tell me!

For million of Silent years

I waited I waited on a stretched path

I waited for your silent arrival.

Then was gripped in a fear

Will you want me?

When I found you Close by

I was gripped with Another fear

Will you need me You, the Mountain girl?

All you had to say An utterance of quietness

By keeping quiet.

Not even a murmur

Was needed,it was

About the conversation

Of our hearts which speak not

Their palpitations that expand

Like the expanding cosmos

Would I be wrapped In your long willowy Arms?

Must be loveholic,

A patient in the opium love

Yes,yes i am!!

I am...I am Got it.. Got it......

 

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(c) Arti Rai

Bidhan Chandra Roy

 AS OWN PLEASANT”

Our staying in a world of love and peace
Where hearts fulfilling render honor at ease .
Our society nation and civilization
Honey glory rectifying ideas through unitary fashion .

Let us try to save environment quietly
Immediate awakening in research activities lily.
Mother nature is anxious for us
To protect symbol of destruction being serious !

Sacrifice soul prays now a days to the ‘Wonder Whole’
Sets kind patience affection harmony symphony role .
Appropriate duties force resource impartial judgement
Piety pity celebrity ability duty qualifying egos end .

The holy mind`s beautiful benign affair
Setting inspiration to be wise in dignity diligent dare .
Should be pure happy gentlemen women
Throwing thoughts seeds breeds leads on green fields reign .

Would see fresh motive and smiling face
Worshipped by humanity from all creativity race .
Remove global warming pollution illiteracy ignorant
To all making neighbors relatives as own pleasant .

-Bidhan Chandra Roy
  @All rights reserved. 

Riddha Rahman

 

NEVER-EVER
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When
I kiss her lips
She never ever in weeping!

When
I Kiss her forehead
She ever weeps

When
We are out of kiss
We feel love is our bridge

When we miss "we"
"Never-ever" feel vanish!

©® RIDDHA RAHMAN

Gillena Cox

 

 hibiscus hedges
in a day of sunshine bright
adding its delight

 

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thunder peals -
salt added to
boiling water

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Friday 13th moon -
the perfect spectacle
in its fullness

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Gillena Cox

Gillena Cox

MORE WINE

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They had heard about him,
Those days, who hadn't,
Small town talk, everyone knew,
So there he was,
At the wedding party,
And the wine ran out.

Just like nowadays, no different,
With every strike of terrorism,
Every nail of unkindness,
Scourge of misunderstanding,
Sword of greed out of its scabbard
Our wine of hope runs out.

So his mother, a woman - wise and blessed,
She said
Do whatever he tells you
This puzzled them,
However, alarmed, and confused,
They did,
And the wine flowed.

On reflection, perhaps,
We may still drink of that wine,
Of wedding bliss, of joy,
In celebrating another's happiness,
And in turn making ourselves happy.

Hmmm,
Do whatever he tells you
She said

Ttmc Chan

 

 

 

 < as usual >

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Spring
Flowers are hot summer
It's a little bit of a bit of
Not very busy again
Already in winter

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Ttmc Chan

Anna Moon

 Alone

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Alone is with his pain,
He listens to the wind.
As in the crowns quietly fizzing;
Getting rid of sadness can't.

She's listening to the wind of the
Loves Nature, loves art.
Alone with coming evening,
He admires the moon over the lake.

She's going through the night dark,
He's waiting for the stars to go.
Waiting for the right time to come,
And hear love beautiful voice.

Waiting humbly, waiting quietly
Secretly love poems writes.
Writes heart and quietly,
About your inner pain.

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(C) Anna Moon