lalitha iyer Poems

The child was lovely
born with a flood of kids
with golden tongue
and silky steps
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I saw an Ant
struggle in pain
it went for food
when the rain flood
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Peeping
at night
into the sky
I could see
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The clock is very fast
when the dying second parts
before the thought is completed
before the full word is uttered
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Sweet thoughts
floated
slowly putting me to sleep
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A virgin
for one
you can tell
when you meet first
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like a dropof rain
for the parched brain
the idea came flashing
and downpoured dashing
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You touched me
in my dreams
I felt you
and let out screams
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You touched me
with a hand
oh no, with a harp
with the cool air
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like a breeze
unpaid, unasked
softily, slowly
unseen, modestly
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