Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

I stand in the middle of the valley,
And shout at the greens to love me,
They echo back to me, ‘Love me',
When I stand in the unpredictable desert,
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Thinking of the children all day long,
Since the day they were born,
They carry them in their heart’s barn,
The birth chart of them clutch in their arms
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When I am drowning with faulty laughter,
In the evening when the lusty flowers,
Scatter the icy hot fragrances,
The high chair I have sat rises,
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Is weeping, a hobby that people like to do as a pastime?
No, it is a revelation of pressure and hurtful reminiscences,
That plowed their heart and mind to prepare the growing ground,
Those who succeed seldom shed tears, as they reaped,
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She was cute, energetic and young,
possessed by the spirit and she sang,
The same old movie song that her dead lover liked,
Every new moon day she become irked,
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Pain is an issue everywhere,
It cradles everyone without fair,
Day or night, it has no preference,
Anytime, anywhere, when someone is in pain,
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Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
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I hate those cards,
that are called,
Master and visa,
for these making me,
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When I hear the noise of children,
a few floors down the residence,
people say that their parents,
are busy in their one room abode.
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Has anything waited for us,
From not happening even once,
The happy smile on our face,
The good laughter from the mind,
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