veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The Innocence of Waiting..


How many days and nights,
I have stood on a leg,
On the brim of your thought,
To knock the tightly closed,
Door with a smack and a smile,
Saying all those wise tenets,
In repeat, thinking that I am,
Neglected and stranded in the cold,
Without knowing all my sufferings,
Are being watched, heard and enjoyed,
Using simply treacherous spy ware,
In between the shadow of your heart and myself,
I am standing on one of my legs,
While the other leg takes the rest,
Not knowing of your wickedness,
Wasted is my effort and innocence.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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when our prayers are not answered..

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,378 Points Savita Tyagi (7/10/2013 6:21:00 PM)

    Marvelous poem. Life teaches a lesson when we loose innocence and eventually learn to cope with it. You have expressed an emotion beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 781 Points Thomas A Robinson (7/9/2013 10:17:00 PM)

    The mail is opened the prayer is read
    someone is just shaking their head.
    Waiting is not innonence. We do it for gain.
    Innonence is waiting... like waiting to taste the rain. (Report) Reply

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