Meena Somasundaram Poems

Liking is a love great
that tells us of a wish straight
the heart goes for it without any diction
there being no trace of contradiction
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The child in us all
showing itself in the desire for all
raising up in the form of adamancy in the thrive
that be the firmness in the likings with a strive
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The boats sail smoothly over the waters
the fishermen singing with joy
catching a treasure after few pulls
they being not only of fish
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A man out there
with a sonorous voice
cries foul awful with a glare
revelling in immense rejoice.
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Saw through a window

two plantain trees over and above
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A day or two ago

met my friend of long ago
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Life is a comedy, you say

I differ from you anyway
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I see a lily
dancing in the wind
looks so pretty
dazzling white it is
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It is a fan
not an electrical fan
it is a fan
not an admiring fan
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It is a long time in absence
want to impress my presence
I am here with no reference
my poems do make a difference
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