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YOU AND I
About with love and peace
ZERO
Poetry Magazine Anthology
Editor: Otteri Selvakumar
2
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
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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 RaiAbout 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.
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
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 CoxMORE 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
< 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 MoonAlone
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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
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