I AM THE AMERICAN- Dare stop me

I am the American and,
I am the king
with pride I sing
I own everything.

In the Atlantic, I go fishin
In the Pacific, I go surfin
In Europe, I go travellin
In Latin America, I go huntin

In the Middleeast, I go fightin
In Asia, I go stealin
To the Moon, I go flyin
To the Mars, I plan visitin

Everyone is at my mercy,
I dare anyone stop me,
Any opposition, I don't foresee,
But, people see me and flee,
They hate me and my country,
For reasons, I cannot see
They may be scared,
and they better be.

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Like a Pack of Wolves

They gang up
like a pack of wolves,
like scavenging hyenas,
looking for a weak prey.

When anything remotely
against them is said,
They attack you, their predator
instincts coming to play.

Discussing issues of the world
In the forums and pubs
As if they are deciders
of all human fate.

You need to bow to them
and agree what they say
There is no freedom of speech
You will face abuse all the way.

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My Mother

In life’s ups and downs, good or bad
She’s always with me happy or sad
I will always long for my mother’s blessings
No matter which way my fate swings, .

Just ask her for help to do,
And she’ll sacrifice everything for you.
If you ask me, have I ever seen god,
Yes, it’s my mother for me, I’ll say with a nod.

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I Remember the day, dad

I remember the day dad,
When you chased me around,
to get me to hospital
For the treatment of fever which I had.

I remember the day dad,
When you scolded me and hit me
And later how you felt bad.

I remember the day dad,
When for the first time you took me to school
Leaving me there, how you felt sad.

I remember the day dad,
When I got into medical college
And with happiness you went mad.

I remember the day dad,
In your village, in front of your elders
How you behaved like an obedient lad.

I remember the day dad,
When we both felt upset
As India lost a test match in Trinidad.

I remember the day dad,
When I was feeling low and had lost all hope
But you always had a word of encouragement and advise to add.

I remember these entire days dad,
I cherish the memories of us together
To have had a father like you I am really lucky and glad.

I remember each and every day,
When you had so many things to do
And I always learnt something from you.


A tribute to my father, who is great person

I WILL HOLD THE FORT

Never mind if I am alone
abandoned,
and left to fend on my own,
I wont ask for reasons
I will grow stronger,
withthe change of seasons.

I will not let you down,
my friend,
I will take on the enemies
and fight them alone.

They are bloodthirsty
want everyone to obey,
any revolt or resistance
will be silenced with force.

Let them come,
with their crosses and crucifixes
let them come,
with all their might,
god knows that,
they are wrong and we are right.

I will not let,
our thoughts and our views die,
let come the doomsday,
I will not back away
I will not for a minute abort
I promise you, as long as I can
I will hold on to the fort.

Dedicated to a peson who stood for himself and his country, waging a lone battle

Sri Devaraj Urs Medical College

I still remember the day,

standing in a row,

I first saw the college

with my dad in tow.

I was full of hopes and dreams

of a new life, new begining,

It did not disappoint me at all

set me on a path of learning.

The buzz in the campus

listening to the booring classes,

the tea shop and the canteen

the highway and whizzing busses.

The beautiful junior chicks

ragging them for fun,

bunking classes to play carum,

playing cricket, in the hot midday sun.

The games in practicals,

our college day celebration,

travelling to the clinics,

and our village vacation.

The tension of exams,

the good and bad results,

the fights and friendships

the various groups and cults.

Night outs in the city,

the parties and drinks,

the new relationships,

and our underworld links.

The mad professor,

the mistakes and blunders,

our class holiday trip,

our marvelling at medical wonders.

The patients, their relatives,

different languages spoken,and

the kinds of people seen,

our feeling of home sickness,

lonely evenings spent, umpteen.

Our graduation day,

when we all wept,

those memories are still fresh,

like a storm that time swept.

A tribute to the college that made me into a man.

The Medical Text Books

There is a book called GRAY
Which makes everyone pray,
For peace all the day.
But, don’t suffer from mania,
We also have with us CHAURASIA.


If you read the mystery book, DEB,
You will surely be a member of Psycho club,
So go for a book called RAMA (RAO) ,
Which can bring you back to life,
Even from deep coma.


Students whose mental build up is wrong,
Will try to read GUYTON and GANONG,
Easy to digest is CHATTERJEE,
Like the biscuits of Parle-G.


Big, medium or even small ROBBINS,
Is not for your brains.
So, go get HARSH MOHAN,
Which can be completed on your own.


You will never complete one reading of ANANT NARAYAN,
When you have done it a hundred times with the Ramayan,
Bring a copy of notes which is ready,
That will make you study and steady.


We asked God for some love,
But not BAILEY and LOVE.
He also gave us his DAS,
Who will make sure that we all pass.


If you just look into HARRISON’S content,
It’s hundred percent sure that you’ll become a schizophrenic patient,
So, don’t do anything stupid
With us is the SON of DAVID.


The very mention of the name PARK,
Is making everyone disappear in the dark,
It is very complicative
God, please send us an alternative


Medical professionals from India will probably understand this better, especially those from Sri Devaraj Urs Medical College

Her Mesmerising Smile

I couldn’t sleep whole night

Something with my heart was not right

It haunted me all the while

It’s her mesmerising smile.

Those luscious red lips

Those striking white teeth

Her face has got its own style

Because of her soothing smile.

I have become her admirer

I wouldn’t mind marrying her

I am her desert, she is my Nile

Will she flow in me with her smile?

It has somehow touched my heart

Thrilled is my body’s every part

I want to live in a lonely isle

With just her and her smile.

sunset

The Sunset

Went to a very remote place

On the west coast, with beach full of sands

Where women bathe in sun, bikini clad

And where the big lighthouse stands.

It was a beautiful and clear evening

The sun had just began to set

The tides were beginning to rise

To reclaim the land it had let.

Children were playing in the beach

Not interested in the lovely scene

Sheep were still grazing by the cliffs

The sight was like, I have never seen.

As day died and sun went into the sea

Changing colour from yellow to red

My spirits rose with the beauty of a day

Which will long be remembered.

The Ruins of Hampi

Stones, stones everywhere

They look at you and stare

If you have some time to spare

Each stone has a story to share.

They stand naked and bare

Carvings so intricate and rare

On its beauty one canno't fix a fare

Nothing can match it, I swear.

Each stone carved with extra care

On which dancers and musicians flare

Statues of numerous gods glare

And the demons make you scare.

Beauty is felt in the air

If you ask me to be fair

With head held high, I can declare

Place like this you can seen nowhere.

Bush and Blair

Yo, Blair

Wuf, wuf, dog barks for attention…
Can I do something for you master
Shall I go to Lebanon and
Start the peace process faster.
No, Condi is going to do that
You deal with German chancellor,
As you say my American lord
I will do whatever you ask me for
Wow, woow dog barks again with joy.

Tasi

Tasi - My Cat

It brought us so much joy

Was very hairy and was like a toy,

Cute, chubby and a little fat

Its name was tasi, it was my cat.

It had a majestic walk

It was white as a chalk,

Very beautiful to look at

Was tasi, my cat.

Everybody loved it, i bet

For my mom it was really a pet,

She gave it the best food to eat

So adorable was tasi, my cat.

It just disappeared one day

Don't know where it went or which way,

It can't catch even a rat

I was worried about tasi, my cat.

I felt very sad and sorry

Left with only its sweet memory,

Thinking about it i sat

I really miss tasi, my cat

WICROW

You think you are great
Decider of everyones fate,
Only to lust and greed you bow
I hate you wicrow.

You massacred men in millions
Made money in billions,
By supressing others you grow
Shame on you wicrow.

You plundered distant lands
To meet your own demands,
Your morality is very low
You are really a beast wicrow.

You preach about god almighty
As if he is your property,
Steal from others and glow
You will rot in hell white crow.

Baragalophobia

Baragalophobia is the fear of Drought. It is a mental condition experienced by people due to the fear of impending Drought. Introduction Baragalophobia is a fear psychosis experienced by generations of men since the dawn of civilisation and begining of settled communities with agriculture as the main occupation. Drought has affected almost all the regions of the world with varying intensity. Good rainfalls are essential for survival of many communities even today. The failure of rains trigger mass fear among the community people about the impending drought and failure of crops and thus their very survival. Prevalence Baragalophobia is prevalent in the regions of the world which are mainly dependent on good rains for food production. Usually the people who suffer from this type of Phobia are from Asia and African countries. Manily rural people, small time farmers and Nomads suffer from this. The Monsoon Most people in Southeast Asia are dependent on good monsoon rains for their agricultural activities and failure of Monsoon rains means the whole year is lost without being able grow anything and a vicious sycle of lack of food for people, lack of fodder, shortage of labour, poverty and economic slump occurs. Appeasement of Rain Gods The mass fear of drought triggers the desperate people to do all sorts of things. The farmers in India perform Pooja's and sacrifices to appease the rain gods. They also perform marriage between Donkeys with the belief that the marriage will bring Rains. Some communities are known to perform animal sacrifices and Frog Marriages. Many farmers commit sucide due the fear of drought and hence impending hardships coming with failure of crops.--