Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
Late S. Krishnamachary *
(13-6-1925
� 16-9-2004) Laughter, Loud laughter! Oh! Laughter! Sometimes you tickle me, Oh! Laughter! it is your pleasure, Oh! Laughter! It may be for fun, Oh! Laughler! You twist your mustache, Can’t you be gentle like your sister, Smile? Oh! Laughter! I abhor your open mouth wide. * His last Poem. One Friday afternoon, June 2, 1944
Winston Churchill dropped into General Eisenhower’s camp and suggested that he should go along with the assault forces on D-Day. Eisenhower at first passed off the Prime Minister’s remark as a joke, but Churchill returned to the point. Finally Eisenhower said flatly that Churchill could not go. He reminded the Prime Minister that if he were lost, things would be disorganised in Britain and the whole military operation would be endangered. Churchill was persistent. “After allâ€� he said, “I am the Minister for National Defence. I can put myself aboard a British ship as an officer. Even the supreme commander (Eisenhower) cannot dictate the complement of a British Naval Officer.â€� Call came from the Buckingham Palace. The King said on the telephone: Under no circumstances was Mr. Churchill to consider going to France on D-Day. - ‘The World’s Great Eventsâ€� - Volume 10Ìý
You jolt me out of moods.
For you, my feelings do not matter,
You continue still louder, thereafter.
to a feeling of sorrow or anger.
Sometimes you laugh as if to beat me,
Sometimes you laugh just to snub me.
to show vain superiority over me.
In my woe have you any treasure?
Why do you spoil my peaceful leisure?
you tease me and drive me mad.
Your steps you advance, to shoot me with gun.
You know not, all affection you shun.
With open pride to thwart my good deeds
as if to say, with venom, mine is thrash.
Why do you destroy my confidence in a flash?
Can’t you be welcoming like a friend?
Can’t you stop annoying sound for a while?
Can’t you put aside all your wicked guile?
Oh Laughter! Why open prejudice?
Oh Laughter! Why hollow pride?
Oh Laughter! Why this wicked stride?