When I am dead my darling

When I am dead my darling,
Sing those songs I wrote
And plant roses to chill my head
And bedew my dusty frame.

When I am dead my darling,
Think those words I told
And write them on the ebbing shore
Waves will efface them, like fate effaced me.

When I am dead my darling,
Dream those distant vales
When I hold you tight,
And adorn you with buttercups.

When I am dead my darling,
When no more my heart beats
When no more desires peep,
Let your tears damp your dimpling cheeks.
Plant lovely roses on my head,
And shady cypress
That will cool me ever
With dew drops
With shady sun
With soothing rains.

I will watch the leaves fall
And rain and thunder balls,
And the fleeting clouds
And the crawling mist
From my silent grave

American soldier

American soldier
You are the savior of liberty.
American soldier
You are the guardian of democracy.
American soldier
You are the martyr of humanity.
American soldier
You are the out-pour of technology.

( Chorus )

When you hold the Great Old Glory,
Flitting with the Stars and Stripes,
When you yod'l the Star-Spangled Banner
And letting us know the sand-storm miseries,
Who on earth can challenge you,
Who on earth can charge you,
Who on earth can match you,
Who on earth can stop you.

(Chorus repeat)

When you hold the Great Old Glory
Flying with the Stars and Stripes,
When you nod The Star-Spangled Banner
And guessing us to know atom bomb nurseries.
Who on earth can revenge you,
Who on earth can scar you,
Who on earth can catch you,
Who on earth can hop you.

(Chorus repeat)

Refrain.

Your sacrifices will fly high and sky-high,
Your sacraments will bless the U.S and its allies,
Your sufferings will be shared by all of us and I,
Your sympathies will be extoll'd in our annals, all Fourth Julies.
God bless the U.S. soldiers.
God bless America.
God bless the U.S. marines,
God bless America.

(Chorus repeat)

(C) L.G.Vaidyanathan 5-16-03.

One America

One America,
We are one hope.
One America,
We have one soul.
One America,
We are one drop,
One America,
We are one whole -

Chorus
Verse 1

Our diversity's our integrity,
Our liberty is our dignity,
Our fraternity is our unity,
We stand for democracy.

Chorus - One America
Verse 2

Our minority is our civility,
Our stability is our sanctity,
Our prosperity is our charity,
We stand for democracy.

Chorus - One America
Repeat and fade down

L G Vaidyanathan (c) 2000

Great American Girl

Great American Girl
You have fifty boon pearls.
Great American Girl
You are liberty's skirl.
Great American Girl
You have fifty boon pearls.
Great American Girl
You are freedom's whirl. (Chorus, repeat once)

(Spoken)
From Alabama to Wyoming
You smile and swing.
From Minnesota to Mississippi
You flow and link.
Colorado paints you golden,
Delaware studs you diamond,
Florida gave you sunshine.
Arizona clad its cotton.
Utah gifts you beehive lips.
Idaho blesses your gem teeth.
Nevada spun your silver braid.
Georgia tints your peach cheeks.

Chorus

(Spoken)
From Vermont to Virginia
You bust line swells.
From N'Dakota to New Jersey
Your garden scents.
Hampshire studs your granite eyes,
Kansas Oh your sunflower face,
Tennessee made you a volunteer.
Montana earned you great treasure.
Rhode Island mould you an oceanic power.
Maine refreshes you with pine air.
Washington paints you evergreen.
New York raises you an Empire.

Chorus

(Recitation)

The Star Spangled Banner's your best verse.
Stars and Stripes is your favorite dress.
On July 4th you celebrate your birthday,
July 20th, man on moon, your best day.

Chorus

© L G Vaidyanathan 2000

Spastic Child

Verse:
Blooms are loved by bees,
Birds are loved by trees,
Shores are loved by seas,
Some love who could give me?

Chorus:
I am a less blessed child,
I am a spastic child,
I am a less wished child,
I am a flower wild.

Verse:
My eyes too have rolling tears,
And smile too has love and care,
My heart too has hidden dreams,
Oh, my shadow is spastic and mean.

Chorus:
I am a less blessed child,
I am a spastic child,
I am a God's step-child,
I am immobalised.

Verse:
My mum has no tears left,
And papa is bankrupt,
Life has become a debt,
Helpless prey in a spastic net.

Chorus, repeat

Refrain, fade out:
Am I a burden to my parents,
I am sick and look innocent.
Palsy and spasms are apparent,
I am a colourless pigment.
A note to my readers,Your L.G's greetings from India.Please send this work to all SPASTIC ORGANISATIONS as this is a heart felt work,a X'mas gifts all SPASTIC FRIENDS.I place this work's copyright in public domain.
Regards.
L.G.Nathan

What is Krishna Bhakthi.

A child is never scare'd of fire,
A harlot's never scare'd of nights,
An insane is never scare'd graves,
A Krishna's buff has nothing to loose
A Krishna's buff has nothing to gain
Om Shanthi,Shanthi,Shanthi.
Om Shanthi,Shanthi,Shanthi.

(C)19/10/03,L.G.Vaidyanathan.

Bad To Worst

A rat and his spouse are trapped in a ship,
Lots of food stalked,stored against their wish,
But they couldn't nibble,nibble and nibble,
Our minds're not feeble,we won't meddle,
We live together,it is a puzzle,
Suddenly a storm,the hull is rapped,
And against the waves all are trapped,
Frenzied rat hoped into a drum,
That is filled with accagia gum,
His sweetie called him in a gasp,
Hop,hope,hop,hope as fast and fast,
As you can,you can,you can,you can,
While her lingerie,even her bra sticks,
With saline water ,she would love to lick,
Jesus Christ,the whole ship sinks,
While he hops from a drum to the mast atlast,
Destiny had made its cruel wink,very fast,
Drown,down,drown,down,drown,
Down,drown,down,drown,down.
L.G.Vaidyanathan(C) Sept27th, 2003

Life and Death.

What's this life ,
We all to have live and waste,
When time,its strife
Be gone,yet dreams and desires paste.
From nothingness we are borne,
To nothingness we have gone,
But a dead man was once a child,
And a child would be a dead man,
Only the time makes the difference,
Only the tide makes the difference.
I say I'll alight at Borivilly,
And you say,you'll alight at Kandivilly,
Of these 5 KMs we all have to alight,
Of our life's sojurn and fight,
If birth is a divine truth,
So is death ,a forgiven truth,
When atoms and energy fuse to give birth,
Then atoms and energy diffuse to give death.
Om Shanthi,Shanthi,Shanthi'
Om Shanthi,Shanthi,Shanthi.
(C) LGV August 28, 2003

Mother, Your Loves Are Forever
In Dedication to all the mothers of the world !!

Mother is a mother,
She is a lotus flower.
Mother is a mother,
She should live forever ....... Chorus - repeat

Let me die thousand times,
Let not die my mum.
Let fade thousand stars,
Let not fade our sun.
Cause,
She is my heart of hearts,
She is my thought of thoughts,
She is my dream of dreams,
She is my hope of hopes,
So she should live forever.

Repeat chorus

Let me cry thousand times,
Let not cry my mum.
Let me laid thousand times,
Let not be my mum.
Cause,
She’s my cream of creams,
She is my team of teams,
She is my beam of beams,
She is my womb of womb,
So she should live forever.

Repeat chorus.
© L G Vaidyanathan 05-10-03

A metaphysical poem

When many atoms and actions integrate,
We call it a birth, some life is borne.
When many atoms and actions disintegrate,
We call it a death, some life is gone.
Between many births and deaths,
A life hangs, between pangs and hearth,
A life bangs between songs and wealth,
What we wonder,where a life comes from.
What we wonder,where a life goes off,
Confusions beget confusions,
Infusions beget infusions,
Between a confusion and an infusion,
A life is born and die.
Between emotions and intutions
A life lived and long to sigh.
(c) LGV September 07, 2002

A metaphysical poem

When we live with an awful breath,
They wish,whisper and give treats.
We are dead, when waitin' like a dry leaf
To be adorned, burned or waitin' for a treat.
When yesterdays are burried,
Then tomorrows are flurried,
A day to live and think,
It is wasted like a wink
It's today wasted like a blink,
It's today wasted like a wink.
(c) LGV September 05, 2002

With Grief

A spouse to unwish and discourage,
A sun and a moon to give anchorage,
Where poems unread and thrown into garbage,
A bird unsing, a thought unread, truth-virtue outrage'd.(c) LGV August 31, 2002

Anniversary-Should ,We perform it

LKR was a self made man
Who was good at his laws,
Cause,he was a cook's son,
Studying below the temple's flame set.
Never his brats match his wits,
Nor they wear HIS black gown
His eldest son brought him shame,
Wedding a girl lesser than his elder daughter
In age,money and glamour,
He claimed I'm the son of L.K.R,
Never cherished his father's acts
That brought him countless wealth,
That was wasted in roaming,roving
And wolfing,betting and filming,
L.K.R told him in tears,
Oh, my son, Wealth never stays,but knowledge stays,
L.R.G told, I have a father to earn and a mother to cook,
While L.K.R's cheeks wet with his tears,
His wife left with fears,
Once I become a widow,
Who's gonna lookafter me,
Brats who don't know onus
She trembled, she breathed her last,
Within L.K.R's fifteen day's demise past,
AS she knew that none would care her ,feed her
Even heed her, even heed her ,even heed her.
(c) LGV August 05, 2002

Creations of God

If a butterfly flies very high,
No one will enjoy its wings' colour.
If an eagle flies very low,
No one can judge its wings' power.
(c) LGV 29th, July 2002