veeraiyah subbulakshmi

veeraiyah subbulakshmi Poems

1. A Bag Of Air! 10/11/2012
2. A Bait And I. 4/16/2012
3. A Bird In The Left: The Heart.. 11/8/2013
4. A Bit More! 11/11/2012
5. A Book. 5/26/2012
6. A Bottle Full Of Love! 12/21/2012
7. A Bow And An Arrow.. 8/24/2012
8. A Broken Heart Always Weeps.. 6/10/2013
9. A Butterfly Girl! 12/20/2012
10. A Butterfly Story.. 1/3/2014
11. A Castle In The Heart.. 12/8/2013
12. A Ceremony On The Bed! 12/5/2012
13. A Challenge 7/31/2013
14. A Child From The Rain Forest! 12/31/2012
15. A Child In A Man 7/16/2012
16. A Child's Mother.. 5/9/2015
17. A Crime Of Passion 6/4/2013
18. A Cup With A Confidence Hole.. 1/5/2014
19. A Daughter's Plea.. 6/13/2012
20. A Dawn.. 12/30/2013
21. A December Morning In My Village! 12/28/2012
22. A Dramatic Lover.. 10/31/2014
23. A Dream Of Rainbow.. 12/13/2014
24. A Drop 3/10/2012
25. A Few People.. 8/1/2013
26. A Few Rotten Apples.. 6/21/2013
27. A Few Words.. 1/8/2014
28. A Fox In Us! 12/4/2012
29. A Fresh Graduate With A Scholar Tag 12/23/2011
30. A Fruitfly! 11/8/2012
31. A Gagged Mind 4/26/2013
32. A Garden Of Stars Above Our Heads! 10/20/2012
33. A Gem In Us 2/2/2012
34. A Girl And Her Wish. 4/13/2012
35. A Glass Of Oceans.. 10/8/2014
36. A Glow Worm And A Firefly 10/4/2012
37. A Hand And A Phone 3/13/2013
38. A Hand In Need! 8/3/2012
39. A Heart Full Of Love... 11/24/2014
40. A House Of Joy! 11/7/2012
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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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A Child's Mother..

Every heart here is a mom and a child,
Nowhere has it gone, except to give and love,
Never has it failed to collect those star dusts,
To garnish the colorful and rustic experiences,
The heart has the fine tuner to which,
The inaudible are the blasting and intuitive,
Always awake and never close its lids of eyes,
For it loves those who have mothered and,
Also it, itself a mother, who only knows to care,

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