Reshma Ramesh Poems
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*as Beautiful As Me''
You cant resist my golden curves,
my haughty angelic reserve,
I am the colors in a painter's palette,
the irresistible Charlotte.
My eyes look like the sun in twilight,
fields of carnations smothered in sunlight.
I am as warm as sand, cool as dewdrops,
skin like the desert sand, making your breath stop.
I am sorry, you cant take your eyes off me,
Lilly of the valley, coral drops, potpourri
I am as true as a prayer, beautiful as a painting,
pure as mother's milk, ethereal beckoning.
It ain't my fault you fell in love,
Small Hands Of Sivakasi
They say that even birds that do not fly have wings
And Jasmines open like umbrellas in the rain
In such a world in all its fairness tiny hands of sivakasi
shining in silver like jari on Amma's pattu sari
rolling, rubbing, dipping aluminum onto paper
Sulphur filled nostrils, mercury parched scalp
Are building a legacy of blushing cheeks and gun powder
Rotting like a bad fruit in dark windowless factories
The small hands of Sivakasi are busy at work