Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The new wind is very fresh,
Strolling in comfortable pace,
Dressed in the smooth skin,
Walk as the fairy’s cousins,
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A laptop, once new and shiny,
Has lost its workable memories,
Always kept on the virulent laps,
To fidget with the nodes of tops,
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The hot afternoon sun,
Just above the heads shines,
The shadows are gone,
Buried under the feet,
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I can't hold your hands,
To take you various lands,
To show what places are suitable,
when You are on your own,
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My home is small and nestled,
Mother had gone never returned,
It is very dark in the deep jungle,
The hissing and singing from the down floors,
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The papers in the diary get fresher each year,
With a new cyclic symbol and the next number,
Four seasons impersonator, bubble tea confectioner,
Freshly painted elevator, with wet and dry sign barrier,
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Life is very simple,
When you love yourself,
Love is very simple,
When your heart is not driven by others,
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A tall, slim and brown boy from Tamil Nadu,
Sold his ancestral home to go to England,
Pockets of Tamarind rice he didn’t need any more,
Bottles of ancient pickles in his mind,
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An old flame, once hot and affirm,
Spreading the gentle galore of fortune,
One possesses abundant, not known,
Tips of the fingers and the toes are just a form,
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