<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poetry on Harish Vishwanath</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/tags/poetry/</link><description>Recent content in Poetry on Harish Vishwanath</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>© 2026 Harish Vishwanath</copyright><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2026 23:34:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://hvishwanath.net/tags/poetry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>I can smile!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-04-03-i-can-smile/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2000 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-04-03-i-can-smile/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I can smile!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When the fate began ticking my clock,&lt;br&gt;
The skies of my heart became starless and dar.&lt;br&gt;
All deserted hearts, no love to be seen.&lt;br&gt;
All who cared were now so mean.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Hiding Pain!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-03-14-hiding-pain/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2000 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-03-14-hiding-pain/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hiding Pain!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why do you complain that&lt;br&gt;
Your job is difficult;&lt;br&gt;
Here&amp;rsquo;s my challenge,&lt;br&gt;
Come on, hide your pain!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Your face should be as pleasant&lt;br&gt;
as the springs of the year;&lt;br&gt;
Without a mark of pain on it&lt;br&gt;
Like a steady rock you should sit!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>For Me!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-03-01-for-me/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2000 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-03-01-for-me/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For Me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The world has something for you -&lt;br&gt;
Something that is beautiful and good.&lt;br&gt;
A handful of comrades to accompany,&lt;br&gt;
A group of cynics to criticize your blood.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A cluster of skills and some caring skulls,&lt;br&gt;
The palindrome of life has the same to say,&lt;br&gt;
Some joys and some sorrows - natural,&lt;br&gt;
Qualities like honesty, humbleness - whatever they call!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Selfish thoughts!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-02-02-selfish-thoughts/</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2000 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-02-02-selfish-thoughts/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Selfish thoughts!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything is my own -&lt;br&gt;
Those seeds which are newly sown,&lt;br&gt;
The rays of sun that blooms the lotus;&lt;br&gt;
That beautiful smile from a beauty&amp;rsquo;s lips;&lt;br&gt;
All the heavens and the joy you would get;&lt;br&gt;
And the apparent victory in every bet;&lt;br&gt;
All the boons that God would shower,&lt;br&gt;
Those colourful birds who in the sky hover&lt;br&gt;
Those eyes who shed their loving tears,&lt;br&gt;
And those backs which carry the burden.&lt;br&gt;
The serrate ribs and in it a languid heart,&lt;br&gt;
And that gentle face of a baby in slee;&lt;br&gt;
The flowers that sway and the bee&amp;rsquo;s gay,&lt;br&gt;
The drops of dew which hide in the grass,&lt;br&gt;
The pearls on the neck of a pretty lass,&lt;br&gt;
The crown of the kind and the queen&amp;rsquo;s earring,&lt;br&gt;
The smile of the moon and blink of the stars.&lt;br&gt;
All are mine -&lt;br&gt;
Which teach me magics - the magic of life,&lt;br&gt;
That if I can smile for a while&lt;br&gt;
In this mean-mean world -&lt;br&gt;
I can win a treasure - The treasure of love!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The story of my pen!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-01-23-the-story-of-my-pen/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2000 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/2000-01-23-the-story-of-my-pen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The story of my pen!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That night of shivering fight,&lt;br&gt;
Pierced the sky an icing light,&lt;br&gt;
Behidn the hill of idiotic plight,&lt;br&gt;
The flame of knowledge, he came to ignite;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Barking Dogs!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-12-24-barking-dogs-those-are-barking-dogs/</link><pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 1999 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-12-24-barking-dogs-those-are-barking-dogs/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Barking Dogs!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Those are barking dogs - never worry.&lt;br&gt;
Who bark at your back and blink when you twink.&lt;br&gt;
Those schoffs of their words and wacks of their blunder&lt;br&gt;
will all surrender, if you dare!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Feather's Touch!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-12-10-feathers-touch/</link><pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 1999 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-12-10-feathers-touch/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Feather&amp;rsquo;s Touch&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the clear sky, there flew a dove,&lt;br&gt;
Opposing the gusts of wind that blew;&lt;br&gt;
Per chance her feather fell in the light,&lt;br&gt;
I stood bewitched, and in my hand a kite.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Child's Cry</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-11-26-childs-cry/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 1999 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-11-26-childs-cry/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Sound&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I heard -&lt;br&gt;
A sound which elates the world,&lt;br&gt;
Of conteporary tremendous exploitation;&lt;br&gt;
A sound mightier than thunder,&lt;br&gt;
Which reminds the world of it&amp;rsquo;s majestic blunder!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sound which revealed the secrets of nature,&lt;br&gt;
Which man can never even dream or doom.&lt;br&gt;
The sound that prompts the world with truth,&lt;br&gt;
The sound that echoes amidst the gloom.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Her Eyes!</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-11-25-her-eyes/</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 1999 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-11-25-her-eyes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her Eyes!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A beautiful sculpture in front of my eyes,&lt;br&gt;
It seemed to me - a river milk white,&lt;br&gt;
With thousands of suns sparkling bright,&lt;br&gt;
The sight could banish fright.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>An Ant's Message</title><link>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-01-27-an-ants-message/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 1999 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://hvishwanath.net/posts/1999-01-27-an-ants-message/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An ant&amp;rsquo;s message&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A never ending wide surface it is,&lt;br&gt;
With lot of strange objects around me,&lt;br&gt;
Some shine bright, some cause fright,&lt;br&gt;
Some sweep me away, some bang my head.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>