How to be everybody?

Parents have great dreams for their children and justifiably so.Their children are the apple of their eye.So children often want to be everything that they think their parents would like them to be and moreover to children the whole world is at their feet and anything is possible.This poem is dedicated to my parents who mean the world to me and who sometimes believed in me more than i did myself .it also potrays my futile attempts to be everything

The Perfect Son

I was born into this world alone and cold.
You then christened me your son,with love did you hold.
For the rest of your life you said in untold words,
I shall be the center of your little universe.

You taught me to dream,
And then told me to dream some more.
I did my best with earnest.
With a little help,sure did it pour.

I wanted to be the sailor on the sea
And the rockstar,every man wanted to see.
I then caught the fancy of coats black and white
And so many curious things in my sight.
I was enamoured by the fights of robbers and cops.
I played those parts along with all its props.

In between those dreamy days,
I dreamt more than you can tell me ways.
A painter,pianist,singer and dancer.
Ah yes! I always wanted to be the bus conductor.

But you smiled through my childish concern:
How would I be them all in turn?
I lived then in a fearless world.
Anything was possible if my mind could hold.

You encouraged me all that way.
You assured me I could do no wrong.
But a brutal world awaited me outside
And you couldn't hold my fears for long.

You may realise with cruel time since my birth
That I may not be the most perfect thing on earth.
But I hope and aspire to be,
Your most perfect son that I can be.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

18th August,2008

The greatest match of the world

I had the pleasure of watching the legendary match between Rojer Federer and Rafeal Nadal on 6th of july,2008.This poem is a tribute to Rojer Federer,my hero and he will always be so after his awe-inspiring display in that match.A match i'll remember and be inspired all my life.

The Battle of Rojer

Rojer Federer,the undisputed king of grass.
Rafeal Nadal,king of clay,challenges the grass.
Five times champion against a pretender?
Odds were much different than was on offer.
Together they started a match,
Even the heavens must have beheld.
For lifetimes pass without the experience of such a battle.
Two sets down,Federer's aura shattered.
Rojer faces questions only he can answer.
But learn Oh mere mortals,From this champion who calls himself 'Rojer'
He has achieved everything and nothing to prove.
Still he prides a thirst that cannot be quenched.
To remain champion beyond the peak.
To prove that a champion means never to quit.
Yes Rojer fought back to draw level.
That despite Nadal's raw ferocity.
The stage was set for the final set.
And then you could have said,
Gods must have played from either side of the court.
Rallies,forehands,backhands,dropshots and smashes went on.
Neither gave the other even a solitary inch.
A stroke of luck or otherwise for either God,
It cost Federer the match.
Nadal won the match,the title and the glory
And deservedly so.
Federer lost the match,
But Rojer won the battle against Federer
And showed the world what a champion meant.
Raghuraj S. Hegde
8th July,2008