Raken Marimuthu Poems

For my husband my feelings were a riddle
Just a machine for his unpredictable sexual puzzle
Whenever he wanted sex I must on my switch
When not needed, I must learn to off the glitch
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I bought a young angel with all my gold
A Cleopatra of the bold brothels' fold
Priding in her royal flesh trade profession
Transparent as to who she is in confession
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Listen to me! Hey some of you, the bloody hypocrites who betray
Burn your wisdom books, for you don’t deserve their possessions
Your desires, thoughts, words and actions are in freezing disarray
You’re awful animals disguised with no conscience for confessions
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Man, the image of God is begging in the street
For a morsel of food to fill the flame of his hunger
And prolong the process of begging forever and ever
Taking begging a serious professional job like others
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The chameleon is thousands times better than the men
For it shows its true color to the world as who it is
For it changes its color to camouflage itself from predators
But beware of the human pretenders who are like chameleon
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You have the subtle silent power to break my mighty drive
Tumble tables, crumble dreams and dampen my spirit
And bring to nothing all that is in me that are rare merits
Who are you that have so much of power to destroy my strive
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You made today a pleasant good day for me.
Thank you for the time you took to be with me
Your heart is seen in the form of colorful rainbows
They reflect good thoughts that you have sowed
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I have seen yesterday
And I love today
I am not worried about tomorrow
For all the days are borrowed days
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They may be the cleaners cleaning toilet bowls
The illiterate farmers tilling the land for vegetation
The priest attending to the duties of his prayer house
The soldiers defending the country at the border
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If the soul or atman is just consciousness
And if this consciousness is merely 'Being'
'Being' does not have second or third person
It is action less and is purest Absolute state
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