Dr. Rajamouly Katta's Publications

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No sooner did I lift my hand
Than he did so with a command;
I opened my eyes very, very wide
He also did so well with all pride;
I puzzled much at what he did
He followed me all like a kid;
My eyes found him shrug on and on
In imitation of my action going on;
I sincerely threw my possible smile
That echoed his response for a while;
Then I tried my chance to scorn him
He too did the same to the brim;
My eyes scattered at him a stare
Evinced he, with equivalent care;
In me a stop arose all of a sudden
His tempo, I found, sure to gladden;
His imitation prompted me to try
Always to know all those why;
His words related the tale of a lion
Its roar, the well echoed in the coin.

Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

THE IRONY OF LIFE

Infinite are the clashes between the two,

All what we want and what takes place;

Life is the best teacher to teach all true.

A child wishes to wear the youthful face,

Fanciful mind to reflect flowery charms,

Mock at their diminishing in time's pace.

Life is a texture thin-spun in time's arms,

A slave with the shackles but it all feigns

To be free like a free bird to live on farms;

The bud craves for its blooms for shines,

Perfumes, honey abundant for bliss-offer

But hates to fade and fall in time's reigns;

Life loves twinkles for glittering stature

Time carves wrinkles in its cold capture.

Published

METVERSE MUSE

Nos. 70 & 72 Double Issue - June 2022

DEEP LOVE

Love! You are, indeed, so pure,

That you ever beggar description;

Love! They are so poor for sure,

That they never trigger a definition;

Love! Hidden are your treasures;

They can never view your stature

So open are your great pleasures;

They can never spell your power.

They have their own appreciation

For physical charms; selfish claims;

They have their own recognition

For parochial goals; false fames;

The dove’s lesson can’t sermonize

For they are blind to your excellence

The cloud’s sermon not to realize

For they are blunt to your eminence;

When you start, you know no ending

They learn that you are pragmatic

You have no demise but bearing

This is the true critique of a critic.