Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

When there are so many flowers bloom,
I always want to look at the thorns,
And the pain which spring out tears,
When there are so many boxes of gifts,
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The hooves from the troves of distant dream,
Arrived on the door step after a eleven counterparts,
The warm, cold and hot blooded brute,
Having good sense of fight or flight instinct,
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They are on the floor,
Each one at the end,
In between their brood,
In the innocent sleep.
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We are the kids in the playground of plastic man,
Swing sets, sand pits, climbing ladders, down,
Sliding frames, see saw and the hide and seek,
The life and the play ground are alike.
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Set the stage for us to dance,
The backdrops are real, but gone,
With winking of our long frown,
The changes are imminent and flown,
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Caring the wandering clouds is my job,
When they swell as the body builder's boob,
When each molecule escapes from the bond,
To elope with the dust and the mist,
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What is wrong with us being born as the girls,
What is wrong with them having the equals,
They want a mother, wives and daughters,
To hide from the eyes of the strangers,
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We will rise up, how hard we are hit,
We will build back; better than the lost,
We will stand closer; tighter than ever,
We have prayed to the Lord, the same destroyer.
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The smell from the boiling rice,
Knocks and enters the nose,
Not covered with the secured lid,
To collect the stressful steam,
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We are the human, so magnanimous,
As a choice maker, very venomous,
With our own kind, cleverly pretentious,
To the destination, very vigorous,
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