Sakkthi Subramaniyam (April 18,1985 / Salem)
Butterfly and me
I extended my hands,
To chase, touch the butterfly.
Colors spilled on me -
As if a rainbow circled me.
I stood still in the middle,
Losing my path and senses-
This thrown off -words of solace.
As butterflies, always teach us something.
I’m still chasing my dreams- as butterflies.
Unsupported and unheard; all my actions goes vain.
Like butterflies, like rainbows - paths befuddle me.
These are true colors of life - endure it.
Sakkthi Subramaniyam's Other Poems
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- Butterfly and me
- Dreams of Abandoned child
- Every Woman Dreams
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- How Green Really is My Valley
- I am a murderer.
- Land of Mystic Pains
- My light is black
- Nature speaks pain.
- Nights of Pain.
- No Word of Farewell.
- Queen’s land of realm in men
- Roses on Fire
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