Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Magician, I admire your dress codes,
Satin skinned but wrinkled beyond restore,
You have presented me the precious crystals
Dubious in nature and have the taste of salted egg yolk,
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Someone has written His name,
On your trembling heart when young,
Now the carved Name has grown,
Bigger and be visible to everyone.
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The world is comfortable,
with young and the laughter,
Seduced by colorful flowers,
Sprayed with nostalgic attars,
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When no one looks for us,
Let us have the strength,
Not long for them anymore,
Not wait for the comforts from their calls,
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The paper boats that are folded,
With cute little fingers and hands,
Waiting for the rain to run collecting the mud,
From the streets of haunted visuals,
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The florists in the scentless shops,
Selling flowers in the bouquets of stalks,
Origin of these blooms really unknown,
All look the same with same and mutated genes,
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Heart, be calm,
The one you expect,
Will come back,
Wearing of armors,
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The greens of land,
Four seasoned and broad,
Inhabitant sparse,
Cows silently graze,
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Don’t try to change someone,
As someone can’t change anyone,
for everyone assume that they are someone,
No one has ever changed anyone.
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If I have no fear of mortgage,
I can keep my head high,
To ask these oppressors a few,
Worthy questions to seek,
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