Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

When the bowl of porridge,
Dug and stained the apron and the face,
And then pasted on the pretty dress,
Of the elegant mother,
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Are you the mother tongue of the cupid?
Speaking too soft with no hitches found,
Breeze can be shy of your subtle movement,
When you pass through the human and weapon.
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How many days and nights,
I have stood on a leg,
On the brim of your thought,
To knock the tightly closed,
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Get up quicker dear,
Before your friends take,
Notes of your fall and despair,
The longer you stay there,
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There was a series of pictures,
A lion and four bulls in caricatures,
The four bulls faced the king as the warriors,
The turning of the lion with its face sadder,
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I can't hold your hands,
To take you various lands,
To show what places are suitable,
when You are on your own,
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My home is small and nestled,
Mother had gone never returned,
It is very dark in the deep jungle,
The hissing and singing from the down floors,
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The dry spell warn the plants,
To bloom faster to leave the seeds,
The once green leaves have acquired yellow,
Color, the fiery wind disperse the twigs,
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What is good and what is bad,
When the whores look for the weak,
When the drunkard salivate for alcohol,
When the smokers inhale the carcinogenic dust,
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