Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

In my dream country,
You may not find,
The people,
Who are holding, ,
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The fire in front of me not wild,
But infused with ghee and dried wood,
Adding of healthy herbs and sandal,
The smoke of confidence emerge as the clouds,
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You are not the invisible air,
To keep you in the compounded jar,
Cap you with the cultural tether,
Blow you to raise the personal pressure,
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When the bowl of porridge,
Dug and stained the apron and the face,
And then pasted on the pretty dress,
Of the elegant mother,
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Are you the mother tongue of the cupid?
Speaking too soft with no hitches found,
Breeze can be shy of your subtle movement,
When you pass through the human and weapon.
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How many days and nights,
I have stood on a leg,
On the brim of your thought,
To knock the tightly closed,
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Get up quicker dear,
Before your friends take,
Notes of your fall and despair,
The longer you stay there,
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There was a series of pictures,
A lion and four bulls in caricatures,
The four bulls faced the king as the warriors,
The turning of the lion with its face sadder,
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Keep quiet. Let us make love,
To produce one more kid,
To send to the foreign land,
To work as the plantation slaves,
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Wars of hearts fought in the world,
Not only twice but on daily basis,
Occupied our home land,
Called themselves as the bosses,
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