Raj Arumugam Poems

this is an unnecessary poem
and so is
any comment
or reaction in the mind
...

who’s this dead
run over by cars
and maybe trucks
found at five am
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I’ve stopped writing
serious verse
cos every time I try
it only gets worse
...

the evening sunlight falls on the lily-pilly
and the green leaves come ablaze
and the birds fly over in the sky
and the clouds spend their short lives
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I don’t love to cry
(do you?)
but when I laugh
it seems I laugh to cry
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it’s funny how
Mr Bean isn’t
known for eating beans
and James Bond
...

I see you
gentle red and white
peach blossoms
delicate like the life
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you could get a chill in bed
if you leave the windows open
in cold nights
and push away the quilt or blanket
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the dragonfly is on the tip
still,
as is the air and so the bamboo;
and one observes
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ah, sweet little children
and their loving parents
all rolling merrily
into the fair
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