Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

These people seem to be like the books,
scattered all around in different cues,
Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
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Testosterone muscled men have,
The Top and the center, the caves,
Something is there to do the basic,
Nothing is there to think angelic,
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The house full of just played toys, ,
Just fed bowls, just torn papers,
Newly added drawing to walls,
What a pleasure to eyes and souls,
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On that old bridge, during the last fight,
Threw the ring into the river to drown and rest,
Returned to find that young heart in the old body,
Still holding the placard of ‘I am sorry' to the wind,
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Non verbal signals, Understand the pupils,
When these are bigger, smaller and normal,
One is attracted to another, the iris open wider,
Black grape balls in the white eye balls glitter.
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That empty river was filled with water,
Running water never stagnant to collect litter,
Clean and clear to see the treasures stored,
Heavy pebbles, the quick fish on the soften rocks,
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A bag, that is filled with air,
Once torn, the life is gone.
Liters of cream to polish,
Boxes of moisturizers to nourish,
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When telling of lies make someone happy, let us lie,
When speaking of truth hurt someone, let us lie,
When the spouse asks us to assess, let us lie,
When the friends pester for opinion, let us lie,
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Thousands of years of life,
In the small huts beside the rivers,
The rain has no power,
The wind has no power,
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I am a butterfly girl,
With beautiful frills,
Of printed designs,
The body is very thin,
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