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Ball of fire




A ball of fire lights the sky,
awakening the earth every glorious day .
Rays of light energise the earth,
Giving warmth with food to every form of life.

Rose this red ball of fire, one fine morning
awakening the birth of a red army, armed with
a social ideology - "to each as per his need,
and from each as per his might."

Red, the colour of blood and anger,
the colour of strength and bravery.
Red, the bold gift from nature,
to kindle mankind's socialist nature.
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காலம் said…
மிக அருமையான கவிதை பந்துபோல் எழும்பும் சூரியனையும் சிவப்பையும் அழகாக இணைத்து பின்னிய நேர்த்தி
10:09 PM
காலம் said…
Red, the bold gift from nature,
to kindle mankind's socialist nature.
10:10 PM
Penny said…
luv it this one is my fav you bring serenity to my day
12:29 PM
Penny said…
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12:29 PM
Iniyaal said…
Thanks for visiting Penny. Glad that you liked it.
10:08 AM
thalaivar said…
hello iniyaal

Your Blog seems good . I find your photograhy skills impressive . So is your poems , good . I believe crisp , precise lines will have better impact when you express a message
Why don't you try and pen down a few right on target.
3:04 PM
Iniyaal said…
@ thalaivar
Thank you! Crisp punch lines... that is a good suggestion. I write down what comes to me naturally. Not sure if I can change my writing style to make it more crisp. Still no harm in experimenting. I will give it a try.
9:37 AM
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