lalitha iyer Poems

When a man touches you
you become a mother
when God touches you
you become none
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It is about to end;
the day
sends its message
that the sun will set
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Kiss me with your heart
lips are little devils,
they make us slaves
instead of queens,
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Breathless
every being
pants
where is my water?
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The mating call
of the male Cuckoo
it is so disturbing
that you feel like
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Earth
hard and even
our steps
firm and strong
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A tragedy is not a single day's output,
the seed venomous sown ages past
watered and blossomed with hands foreign,
multitudes littered, multitudes filtered,
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Aimless-oh no
Intentionless
the love that flows
from hearts of milk
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he touches me
in the form of breeze
waves at me
swinging up and down
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By his wave
he says I could manage
by his shave
he means he is on the stage
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