Raj Arumugam Poems

…bzzz….bzzzz…busy and happy being the bee
at the bottlebrush tree
I certainly am;
happy as a friendly ghost
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if one can look at this thing we call love
without all the images we have about love
and all the poetry and song traditions
and all the accumulated wisdom about love
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though the harshness surrounds
and it seems even love is scorned
and though anarchy pervades
of individuals in self-pleasure pursuits
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we sat at the table
and ate what we needed;
and we spoke of times and life
and the fall of brown leaves scattered
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…the road itself is ordinary
black, tarmac, blazing in the hot sun
common as any other road,
smooth here, a sudden roughness there
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Shakespeare and Kalidas and Homer
had no need to flaunt qualifications
so don’t trumpet too much of yours
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another day has passed, time passes:
another day, of clouds and sunshine and darkness and shadows;
a day of cool air, lights and colors and temperatures;
another day in human hours, another day of routine and surprises
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like so many before us
we come of love
that a man and woman make
and coming of age the two of us look at each other
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please compose sweet poetry
verse like pink fairy floss
and thoughts like tasty, tasty popcorn
and each word
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I am told often
(all that,
presumably, to nurture some sophistication in me)
that one must address people with an apt title
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