veeraiyah subbulakshmi

veeraiyah subbulakshmi Poems

1. Your Muse.. 3/6/2014
2. Your Husband Strays, Madam.. 6/12/2012
3. Your Family Is Your Responsibility. Be Responsible! 7/4/2012
4. Your Creativity.. 3/17/2014
5. Young Mother! 7/9/2012
6. You May Live Long In People's Hearts.. 9/22/2013
7. You Make Me Smile..Thanks. 11/26/2013
8. You Have Something Nice.. 8/15/2013
9. You Have No Shortfalls! 12/3/2012
10. You Have Made It Possible.. 2/18/2013
11. You Have Changed Me.. 1/3/2014
12. You Can Do It.. 9/8/2014
13. You Are You, My Lord! 1/23/2013
14. You Are You! 1/23/2013
15. You Are Welcome..Emily 3/27/2013
16. You Are Under Attack, Poor Nations! 4/16/2013
17. You Are Too Great.. 3/20/2013
18. You Are The Reason! 10/12/2012
19. You Are The News! 3/9/2013
20. You Are The Gold! 11/25/2012
21. You Are On Your Own.. 11/11/2014
22. You Are My Neighbor! 1/31/2013
23. You Are My Housekeeper! 1/24/2013
24. You Are Invincible 11/20/2013
25. You Are Fated To Have Me.. 11/11/2013
26. You Are An Innocent Child, Waiting For Gifts! 2/7/2013
27. You And I, Not Land And Sky.. 8/5/2012
28. You And I Are The Pawns.. 3/6/2014
29. Yor Are My Dream! 3/14/2012
30. Yet To Flourish... 6/24/2013
31. Yet To Be Mentally Retarded.. 6/9/2013
32. Wrong Answers May Not Be The Same! 10/19/2012
33. Would We Be Civil Enough? 7/5/2013
34. Worries Of A Flower! 10/7/2012
35. Worries Belong To Human... 2/10/2014
36. Worldwide Ban Nicotine Products.. 4/6/2013
37. Work As Usual! 9/3/2012
38. Wonderful Feelings... 4/11/2013
39. Without Me... 2/4/2012
40. Wishing And Willing.. 6/17/2012
Best Poem of veeraiyah subbulakshmi

A Book.

Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,
To remember for the life throughout,
Keep it as a Holy book and enjoy,
When the ...

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My Pleasure...

When I am drowning with faulty laughter,
In the evening when the lusty flowers,
Scatter the icy hot fragrances,
The high chair I have sat rises,
Above a few inches, floats with ease,
Not with grace, hours pushed with tease,

My galloping heart suddenly struts,
Morning duty pesters as the sick babe,

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