POEMS BY VIJETHA
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Hello!, Friends,
Glad to meet you all through this page. I introduce myself as Mrs. A.B. VIJETHA RANI. I am working as deputy manager at State Bank Ot India. I usally write poems and ofcourse few prose too, I have got 100 poems to my credit.
I write poems both in English and Hindi. My poem in Hindi (anaath baalak) has been awarded by (T.O.L.I.C) my poems are generally heart touching, they include on nature too. My first poem hit my mind in the year 1992. This happened to me, one day while I was travelling in an auto to my office at S.B.I Hyderabad [main branch]. Actually that day was my birthday, and my husband was away from me, he was in U.S.A . So I felt little bit morose and started thinking, had my husband been with me, I would have gone to a movie today, and in the afternoon to a restaurant and later in the evening to a park. Suddenly I thought why do people on earth always think of entertainment on their birthday's why don't they think of going charity houses rather, this way , my first poem took birth on my birthday. and it's title was ON MY BIRTHDAY. and the second one was A FISH IN THE AQUARIUM. The third one was AN OLD MAN. This way i started continuing writing poems ,and the prose title is "MYSELF AND MY PANDA AT THE NORTH POLE".
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