Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

To have a good son,
You should be a good father,
To have a peaceful father,
You should have been a good son,
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The moment I release the zip, from the tight cocoon cloak,
I feel the heat from the tip, the new fresh breeze kisses my thorax,
Pushing the colored wings out, reposition of my retracted shape,
My flight of life has begun to finish, spraying the perfume of hope.
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The phantoms walk on the roads,
Just two windows for the eyes,
Covering all ups and downs from the views,
The women protect the chastity of men’s world.
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Those who hurt you are the weakest,
but You are born victorious,
To travel on this space ship,
Never let to be stumbled upon,
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The silver sands and the platinum beads,
Where the knuckles sunk to press the knees,
The waves smooches with the seashore sea shells,
Sometimes silently as the quiet road side puddles,
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You are the most complex,
And the more abused,
Electrical and chemical signals,
Are the tarts to pierce your panel,
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Their arms are warm,
Where I am cradled,
Reading the words of few,
Making me to be the puppet,
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Near the dumpster,
The crows are the masters,
Cawing as the sequencers,
Chasing one another,
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Sitting on the banks of river Thames,
Facing the West Minister hall of famous,
The eye of London on the right,
The muddy river carries the dreams of orients,
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I’d like to harvest the hearts,
So I can make millions of tart,
Love is a great compulsory addict,
To make the people sick to the core,
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