Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

A desire in the candle,
Makes its way to handle,
The path of the wind,
That tries to douse its light,
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When you try to take rest, my heart!
Why do I feel very weak at last?
Mumbling from your tough machine,
Can be serviced with big amount,
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carving a heart out of a stone,
get beaten up many nights and morns,
a fine heart, in shape: still a stone,
if you go for comfort, it hits you with a bang..
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The path I have taken is not the voyage,
cushioned with unpredictable waves to age,
The path I have chosen is not the journey,
guided and protected with green and blue signs,
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A precious note from her loved one,
who came from the distant land, where,
milk and honey flow as the river,
A thousand rupee note slipped between fingers,
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Feeling giddy gazing at my democratic lips,
to kiss first and then drain out the saps,
palpitating hearts staring at the clear dreams,
to bring forward; resurrecting on the hot platform.
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Baby, please don't cry and shout,
as your brothers chased you out,
Baby, Please don't shed the tears,
when your motherland is in fear,
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A paradise stolen and kept under the fallen,
Subsidies and freebies given, but the houses barren,
The rivers are the maidens ransacked by the demons,
Lots of visions; a few and many yet to be our own.
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thousand of ideas and million of dreams,
the eyes of the toads not fit for the streams,
clapping at the thunderous hall silence the hearts,
merry making balloons not yet free, tied to poles,
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