Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

I'd not cry without any reason,
I do long for someone with passion,
To touch me and carry me to their bosom,
Look at me with love for I moan,
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You have showed me how to lie and hide,
You have taught me how to drink and smoke,
You have telecasted what to watch and enjoy,
You have distributed all those weeds and pots,
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What a sight it is, when these people moan,
With their glottis frill and shiver as the drones,
When the dessert sand folded under the hot sun,
And the cold moon, the hiding venomous villains,
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Half the size of the golf balls,
Folded, holding something usual,
When I touch the corners of petals,
He catches my finger to show his love.
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You have spread your wings,
At the sides of our hearts,
To fly to great height,
To look down in delight,
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The memory birds are still young,
Chirping day and night all along,
Quiet and salubrious in the nest,
Healthy and happy all the while
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We are going back home,
In the bus, in the tram,
In the train, in the Rickshaw,
On the motorbikes, wearing helmets,
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On the way back home, they think of them,
They buy something for their valentines,
A cup cake and a cute bucket of ice cream,
Their Valentine like these items the most,
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The hibernating white and colored bears,
Suddenly poked to wake up in jitters,
Long time never hurt the on lookers,
Digesting the last heavy meal in slumber,
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Beat them not in the lock up,
Beat them not in the custody,
Punch them not in the stomach,
smash them not on the head.
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