Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The Dues... - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Dews on the leaf, glossy and smooth,
Arranged on the surface with great respect,
Independent as the rounding rodent moon,
Glitter here as the shining evening sun,
Millions of them on the parade with no earlier practice,
Early morning breeze and fragrance from the blooms,
The chirping from the birds and cracking of insects,
Every little heart smiles when touching the dews on the leaves,
Not the time ripen for them to know and grasp,
Those are the tears of the solitary night.

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Comments about The Dues... by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Anthony Burkett (1/26/2014 9:22:00 AM)

    Delightful imagery... provides me a moment of melancholy reflection for something that I've perhaps misplaced in a memory somewhere. A wonderful pen... Thank you! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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