Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

A curd woman carries a pot of yogurt that drips on her moon forehead
The crystal white droplets drench the old soul, shouts, "yogurt,
Fresh yogurt, churned butter, anyone wants to buy? ",
Vegetable man pushes his cart, full of colorful vitamin vegetables,
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Every girl likes to have a friend to share the heart and the secrets,
Secrets of heartaches, deep thoughts, dirty jokes and tryst,
As the colors of rainbow after the short and fast rain,
That pours into the roots of the plant to proclaim,
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I hide this in my heart,
for a long time and,
people noticed it,
friends talked about it,
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a hand bag as big as a brief case,
have compartments, but not arranged,
stuffed stuffs are many,
lip sticks, mascara, eye liner,
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Can't roll on the bed,
when the feeling gets on.
Touch that part,
that plays the tart.
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The cold breath of sage and kind
has become the light breeze,
touching the heart and soul,
The warm out hale of living things
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Life taught us a lesson,
to appreciate with passion.
Life taught us a song,
that we have to sing along.
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Weaving the sand for the strong ropes to make a mat,
Raining makes the sky to weep and to be wet,
The rays of Sun pass through the mountain,
What my little mind can hold and ascertain,
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When I was young I wanted my heart to beat faster,
Run as the horses, leap as the monkeys and kangaroos,
Jump as the frogs, dance as the peacock showing the feathers,
Be nomad as clouds to travel and discharge as I liked,
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When someone thought a few dollars a stalk was too expensive,
To present as the show of love and affection, that experience,
Has made one to grow the garden full of beautiful flowers,
Even then a flower has not been plucked and presented,
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