Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Is insufficiency a reality?
To tunnel our mentality,
To seek the better commodity,
A ring with blue sapphire continuity,
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Quills and pigments,
Sharp nails and dried leaves,
Dark chillness and hot wind,
Thousands of pages sustain,
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A basket full of fruits,
Juicy, fresh and a lot,
Harvested from those trees,
Planted by the ancestors,
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Everyone does it and everything does it,
During the day and the night, silent and quiet,
In the trees, on the trees and under the trees,
She does it, he does it and they do it,
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Someone who has ignored the blistering,
On your hands might have ignored the scalding,
Of your palpitating sunken heart: wielding,
The pleading is the waste, arise from judging.
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Is the pain the penalty for sins?
Years have gone, the same concept still continues,
The pain of the heart or the soul or the skin,
Living things are fragile, just protected by cells,
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Reciprocating for the love shone,
When immersed in the warm dew pond,
Billion rays of hands with rain bow bangles,
Keeping him in the trance and he rotates in silence,
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Money can be grown,
The drops of sweat flow,
Not on the roads with no signs,
But from the master plans,
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He is on the laps of beautiful women longer,
Neglecting my children and I to be the paupers,
Sitting on the chairs and dreaming of her,
The movement of her hips now gone haphazard,
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When each year arrives,
It brings loads and loads,
Of happy and prosperous,
Moments to boom and thrive,
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