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veeraiyah subbulakshmi
Poems by veeraiyah subbulakshmi : 2 / 725
A bag of air!
A bag, that is filled with air,
Once torn, the life is gone.
Liters of cream to polish,
Boxes of moisturizers to nourish,
Bottles of cleansers to clean,
Plates of food to fuel,
Beds of roses to roll,
Napkin of thorns to wipe,
Blanket of sorrow to hide,
Misty prestige to upkeep,
A loaned place to leave,
Faulty titles to own and address,
A bag that is filled with air,
Once torn, the life is gone.
When the plate is too hot,
it will be dropped, as we drop.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
Submitted: Thursday, October 11, 2012
Poems by veeraiyah subbulakshmi : 2 / 725
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Once torn, the life is gone.
When the plate is too hot,
it will be dropped, as we drop. - a poem of clear imagery and ideas, VS...
very nice poem, i enjoyed,
Excellent presentation of various aspects of life in great flow like water. Loved reading
A poem which can just be termed as great. Thank you for gifting us with this.
Interesting write. Well penned. Enjoyed. Tfs
great poem, lovely thought
A really great poem, like it.
expoesed the bag (reputation) once torn all the garbage of one's life is there to see.
Now that reputation is too hot to be associated with.
So all contact with that person is dropped.
impressive and interesting topic..enjoyed this one.. :)