Poornima Raman Poems

My throbbing head!
Your strong shoulder,
My safe bed.
Peace, peace, peace showers
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I am not there; I am here.
Its twilight in rain
Care to dropp a look, dear?
On to the freshly ripened grain;
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Phantom brewed a steaming cup of coffee when i woke.
Phantom cooked as I jogged past the gate.
Phantom ironed my clothes to neat and crisp, while I bathed.
Phantom had hand picked every piece in my breakfast plate.
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Foundation first.
Mascara next,
Lipstick moist
Eye liner last.
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