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ಮರವಾಗಿ ಇರಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ
ಚಂದದ ತರುವಿನಿಂಜೀವನದ ಅರಿವಾಗೆ
ಮರವಾಗಿರ ಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥


ಆಳ ಆಳಕೆ ಹೊಕ್ಕಿ ಧರಣಿಯೊಳು ಧೃಡವಾಗಿ

ಹರಡಿ ಈ ಭುವಿಯೊಳಗೆ ಭದ್ರ ಬುನಾದಿಯೆನಿಪ।

ಬಲು ಹಳೆಯ ಕಾಣದಾ ಬೇರನು ನಾ ಹೊಂದಿ 

ಮರವಾಗಿರಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ  ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥


ಮೇಲ್ಮೇಲಕೆ ಏರಿ ಗಗನದಲಿ ವಿಸ್ತರಿಸಿ

ಚಾಮರದಂತೆ ಚಾಚಿ ದಿಕ್ಕುಗಳ ದಿಕ್ಕರಿಪ।

ಹಚ್ಚ ಪಚ್ಚೆಯ ಹುರುಪ ತೋರುವ

ಮರವಾಗಿರಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ  ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥


ಥಕ ಥೈಯೆಂದು ತಂಗಾಳಿಯಲಿ ನೃತ್ಯವನಾಡಿ

ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಯಲಿ ಧೃತಿಗೆಡದೆ ಛಲದಿನಿಂತಿರ್ಪ।

ಸದೃಡ ಸಶಕ್ತ ಕೊಂಬೆ ಖಾಂಡಗಳುಲ್ಲ

ಮರವಾಗಿರಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ  ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥


ಚಿಲಿ ಪಿಲಿ ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳ ಗೂಡಿಗಾಶ್ರಯವಾಗಿ

ಹರಡಿ ಛಾಯೆಯ ಚೆಲ್ಲಿ ಪಯಣಿಗಗೆ ತಣಿಪ।

ದಾರಿಯಲಿ ಗುರುತಾಗಿ ಸುತ್ತ ಕಟ್ಟೆಯನಿಟ್ಟ

ಮರವಾಗಿರ ಬೇಕು ನಾನು ಈ  ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥


ಮುದದಿ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಮುಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಮುದಿಯಾಗಿ

ಹೇಗಾದರೂ ಸರಿಯೆ ಇತರರಿಗೆ ಆಸೆಯ ಮಣಿಪ।

ಒಲೆ ಉರುವಲು ಆಗಿ, ಮನೆಯ ಪೀಠೋಪಕರಣವೆಯಾಗಿ

ಮರವಾಗಿರ ಇದ್ದಿರಬೇಕು ಜಾಣ ಈ  ಧರೆಯೊಳಗೆ॥

Comments

  1. satish19 July 2025 at 05:23

    Very meaningful,giving a powerful message.

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  2. Anonymous19 July 2025 at 05:29

    Good morning sir, it appears to be like your life. Many passion, many activities, many seekers of life and many more. Well written sir🙏

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  3. Anonymous19 July 2025 at 06:23

    ಬಹಳ ಸೊಗಸಾಗಿ ಮೂಡಿ ಬಂದಿದೆ ಸರ್. ಜೀವನ ಪಯಣದ ಮಜಲುಗಳನ್ನು ಅರ್ಥಗರ್ಭಿತವಾಗಿ ರಚಿಸಿದ್ದೀರಿ. ಅತ್ಯುತ್ತಮ ರಚನೆ.

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  4. Srinidhi19 July 2025 at 06:58

    A very nice ode. Solitary trees do inspire one.

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    1. NSM19 July 2025 at 13:58

      Yes. Isn’t it that just one single flower often stands out in your pics

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  5. Keshava19 July 2025 at 07:05

    How a tree is useful during its life or otherwise has been brought out beautifully. Very nice.

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  6. Ranganath Chakravarthy19 July 2025 at 09:57

    Superb poetry, Mohan! Profound! A very thoughtful exposition of परोपकाराय फलन्ति वृक्षाः....

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  7. Anantha Prasad19 July 2025 at 23:38

    Nice and Meaningful

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  8. NSM20 July 2025 at 05:51

    Thanks Anantha

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