Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

A calf at the entrance after the banyan tree,
The elephant face and the peacock on left and right,
The belled door made of teak lead to the womb,
The eternal treasure holders dwell in silence,
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The weapon you hold, sharper than the sword,
The passport to the materialistic mummified tombs,
The love between the hearts measured in seconds,
Poor minds are spoilt and rot, while the hearts still chase,
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The veil in front of me,
Changes its cosmic colors,
I am always misguided,
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Are the eyes, the entrance,
to the passage of lust?
Affairs of estranged people,
started with glancing,
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Even before the discovery of wash lets,
from the land of rising sun in the east,
Even before the invention of washrooms,
from the land of congested petty nations,
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Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
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Once upon a time, three years ago,
He was a nerd, sleeping with books,
Dancing with ideas to write the thesis,
Pumping in the lab to talk with his specimens,
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This play ground is filled with puppets,
Holding nuggets of metals in their throat,
The words can be made of the precious metals,
To make worthy of the spoken and the heard,
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They have doubted you many times,
When the untimely flood robs the hope,
The earthquake that ruins the hard work,
Their prayers are answered in the opposite,
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The moon hides her face with the cloud,
When I come nearer to you with love,
Just to avoid and to put me in despair,
The sun removes the veils of the shroud,
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