NEETHA SASIDHARAN Poems

No sooner than I was born
Iam sent to a slaughterhouse.
Oh! I can see death's horns
somewhere in a B'day house.
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I rehearsed, practised...
even my mirror seems confused.
Should i bent my knees n sing
or just take out the ring? ? ? ?
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it is really a hard time
when you go away,
for you gave me so many things
which were really wonderful...
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Your B'day - the happiest day
that's when you are gay.
Sigh! ! 'I'm older' you say.
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seasons always comes my way
and all makes me gay..
some makes me scorchy
and yet others wetty..
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hello ma....

i knew u would be here
and kick off those tears
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Yes! She is my heroine mom
She is my heroine mom.

Who led me through the right path
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To be a baby once again
For now I fell so insane.
Biology is a real topsy-turvy,
History seems like a mystery.
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Brimming with sorrows
In a mawkish way
I loitered through the narrow
path to exhume my day.
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Without tensions,
without worries,
it lay under the ground
as if in a mom's womb.
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