lalitha iyer Poems

You are next door
I could even knock
but when I stand up
my throbs mock
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A ray of laser
it passes from our body
into the person opposite
and when it enters his person
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At the first sight of moisture
before we could sight the texture
appears alongwith friends
little umbrellas of lovely whiteness
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When my limbs are weary
as I falter with my journey
I remember
my wife
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Before I die
I want to meet you
like a kid
aching to touch
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it was very bleak
the night before
the air was cold
and damp
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A wife
is life;
smelling Coffees,
tasty Idlis,
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At her prime
the busty Goody
bid bye
to life around
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Flavourless-
she tasted the pastry
and said;
little she knew
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he is going
the man who is living in the next street
the way he walks
the way he talks
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