Topic started by Raayan S. SivaShankar (@ 210-210-33-164.lan.sify.net) on Tue Nov 25 03:04:39 EST 2003.
All times in EST +10:30 for IST.
My Raisin
King of Kishkindha
Wonderful and joyful citizens
Kingdom without fear and sorrow, As
Emperor was in an unearthly matrix
Healed fellowbeings by his medicated looks
An art that also dedicates death to challengers
None in the universe knew such divine studies
Absorbed half the strength of gladiators in front
Pious, unbeatable child of almighty
Ten headed Ravana shivered hearing his name
VOLLEY the ape Lord of Ramayana
Somehow nasty two tools sewed his soul
Speck of rage and mug of lust, then
Arrived almighty to treat his child
JaishreeRam, Himalaya of mercy who
Knew everything in operations and cure
Under his lovely roof moves life and mission
Surgery was decided to establish dharma
So what happened was divinity
Vanity was delivered out from that brave boy
Volley was enlightened like a blazing comet
Gorgeous was it with full explanations
Though he was volleyed from back
Positions doesn’t bother sometimes
That too for the sake of dharma
Volley my raisin for his elaborate
None can forget this majesty in epic
Raayan S. SivaShankar
Tell your friend about this topic