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veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Girls, I Have Seen You..


Girl, I see you near the river,
Flowing down is your tears,
The heavy breathing of the running water,
I have seen you there after every affair.

Girl, I see you near the valley,
That is surrounded by the tall trees,
You are always afraid of shades of folly,
I have seen you pushing your heavy trolly.

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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  • Somanathan Iyer (10/26/2013 10:12:00 PM)

    Nice projection of insecurity of young girls and women in this barbaric society. Thanks for the nice poem. (Report) Reply

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