lalitha iyer Poems

as a Child
I picked up shells
and kept in my manor
in secret holes
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Hitler is no more
Hitlers have mushroomed
in every corner
Hearts of Hitler
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Think of the children
running away from death
the little hearts
born to bombs
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Alone I go
up and down
past past, present and future
in my inner thoughts
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Every story ends
when it ends
it pains
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A naked woman
is a sight to see
when her breasts
are free to eyes
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When nature dances
in greens and blues
birds sing
petals bring
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The King of Pops
he flew to the land of hopes;

In this world
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It pains
to age
not in body
but in mind
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I wish
i could peep
into the blue deeps
and find
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