Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Beautiful bees and butterflies,
Roaming around me for my nectar,
In such a drunken stupor,
Stealing away my treasure,
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Spiking is cruel, when I come to your home,
I have observed the wicked smile in every Rome,
Over the years I have gone feeble, but look strong,
my numbing nerves send the signals wrong.
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Till the end, come with me,
I am a fragrant flower for a bee,
Head of intelligence to show you,
Let us have the garden, trouble free, .
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If the heart is made of gold,
We can sell it to get the profit.
If the heart is made of diamond,
We can cut and polish it.
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He looked at his mouth wide open,
Not showing of earth that fallen,
Only the dirty teeth and tongue shown,
In that broken mirror, that was stolen.
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I am not afraid of darkness,
I can see through the blackness,
and I find no angel and light,
that could sort out my plight.
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You are the distant dream yet to arrive at the gate of my driveway,
You are the colorful flowers that bloom on the sides of the Highways,
You are the music notes yet to be composed and sung in the Broad way,
You are the cool air, when I enter into a car on a hot day,
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Reared it, since it was a babe,
At first, it barked and mewed for comfort,
Pacifiers of ‘keep quiet' was put into its mouth,
As I grew, it was growing within me,
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When I warn you not to steal,
You want me to be a thief,
So we shall be in the same pirate boat.
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Your permed tresses not at all dull,
When you emerge from your lull,
Night, forced to invite every guest,
To your tall abode barren and still,
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