Meena Somasundaram Poems

The drive down the lane long
going through the crowd
negotiating through the bends
getting squashed in the thoroughfare
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The plane flies
cruises up easily
loses track suddenly
arrives not for days
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The falls fell
over the rocks in tell
ringing like bell
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The chatter of the monkeys was noisy.
The chirping of the birds was noisier.
The barking of dogs was the noisiest
The one making sounds incessantly being harmless
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It was down the lane
bumps and potholes in the plane
faltered and slipped all the way
managed to walk with caution in a way
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Going by the others words
he goes towards
not with a sword
very much tight lipped
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It is a harp
played so sharp
the music flows
the face glows
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I could hear the bird's song
the area being so quiet
I could see the flower's beauty
the garden being so lovely
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The skin of a fruit is lush

looks beautiful when fresh
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Jaspal never keeps time

he milk listens to chimes
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