Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

A letter intended for someone, received,
The post man clouded with confused doubts,
As the letter was registered, a sign needed,
When the cloaked person's same old pen signed,
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How many people pass by them all day long,
As the wind touch their skin to feel cold and warm,
To unknown destination they travel thinking,
They travel to the known destination of working and sleeping,
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I am going to a Saturday night party,
Where I can meet my primary buddies,
I enter into the closet to pick up a dress,
The dress I bought for my recent birthday,
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Hula Hula girls at the harbor of Honolulu,
Shake their hips wearing the grass skirt,
Adoring the garlands of pretty orchids,
Showing their flat stomach,
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The same air that goes through the flute,
May be beaten on the dead skin of the drum,
Fingering of the strings, it attires the tune,
That oscillate smoothly as the electron in the,
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The bunds are erected,
No flooding can be seen,
Not the artesian spring,
Burst out and flow in aversion,
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We are the beautifully ugly toads,
Never seen a concreted road,
Hiding behind the convenient baskets,
Always croak to the unheard noise,
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The experienced human are too boring,
Always carrying the rattans for canning,
The advisory signs of dangerous warning,
And the verses stickers for remembering,
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Buddha, you are right, when you were confused,
Diseases and Old age are not fun to delight,
To the ones who have exposed their nerves,
to all worldly pleasures to seek and experiment,
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The dog looks hungry, as it is a stray,
A piece of meat and some food to make it gay,
Shakes its tail as fast as it can,
Stands near the gate for fun and bun,
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