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