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About ramgopalvrao

Poet,World Traveler,Christian Apologist,Bibliophile,Global Headhunter , Lover of London and Calcutta !


her name reminds me of goshens land
and the pharaohs daughter
her loving care and concern takes me down historys lane
and in my minds eye i see a baby floating on the limpid waters

and to my utter astonishment i see the baby
turn into a man and in a voice of thunder
challenge rameses and say
let my people go

with her brother aaron i watch the motley crowd
wander in the wilderness for forty long years
bitten by snakes
turned leprous white
dying of thirst

but soon i taste the waters of marah and they are sweet
i look at my leprous hand and i am healed
i gaze at the golden serpent and i live
and finally look beyond pisgahs height and behold the promised land

– ramgopal rao © 2015

In Memory of My Father

the last gasp, the last breath
the last line, now etched
flat and straight
on the cold heart monitor
a generation had just died,
an era had just ended

and in this stillness of the Poona ICU
I saw his birth some eighty-five years ago
in the small picturesque beach town of Tellicherry
on the idyllic Malabar Coast

at the zenith of the British Empire
and the Roaring Twenties
with Scott Fitzgerald, the Great Gatsby
and This Side of Paradise in full blast
when the world partied as
if there was no tomorrow

but, there was a tomorrow
after the celebration, the mourning
the Great Crash, the Great Depression
and the Grapes of Wrath
and then the rise of the Corporal
the Austrian Anschluss
the Munich Debacle
when Macmillan returned
with only his umbrella
but no peace in our time.

I remember my father
describing the blackout in
Madras where he was studying
at the Presidency College
and the Japanese,
targeting the Marina

it thrilled me immensely
to hear of Churchill and
the Battle of Britain and
of Monty and his victory
at El Alamein
I heard him tell me
about General Wingate
and the Chindits in Burma
and the Kohima Campaign
the landings in Normandy
the Battle for Berlin
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
and finding peace in our time

I returned from my
reverie with a jolt
as the nurse gently nudged me
and pushed forward a piece of paper
which stated that
Ramappa Vittal Rao,
father of Ramgopal Vittal Rao
died due to acute renal failure
on this day the seventeenth of September
Two Thousand and Five.

– ramgopal rao © 2014

Ladder of Heaven

climbing jacobs ladder
i peered into the loft of heaven
and saw the hidden treasures stored up for me
it was a vast spread – a sumptuous buffet
laid up for the hungry of the lord
there was fruit of all kinds plucked from the edenic trees
laid like jewels on a white sheet
washed clean by the wine red blood of the lamb
and i saw marching into the banqueting hall
a cosmopolitan crowd drawn from every nation and tongue
ready to sup with the lord

dazed by this splendorous sight
i looked down from the top of the ladder
and in that vertiginous moment
i fell down and woke up with a start
in the hot cramped room of my house one summer night

– ramgopal rao

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Angst Under The Juniper Tree

like elijah of old
i went down and sat under a juniper tree
i saw the bleak concrete landscape
and the utter desolation of the urban spirit
the loneliness amidst the teeming crowd overwhelmed me
and in the angst of the moment i laid down
and slept the sleep of the troubled

in the awakening moment coming out of the miasma of sleep
i saw a white figure gently touch me
i opened my eyes fully and found beside me
a carton of milk and a loaf of bread freshly baked

– ramgopal rao
© 2014