Angelina Pandian Poems

I am like a horse
Nuzzling your palm
For one more cube of sugar
For I know I’ve done my best
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I wander by the wayside
You can easily find me
With the alms-bowl in my eye
Hungry, starved and famished
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Touch me with your voice
Kiss me with your words
When my screen lights up
With your name and rings
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Have you not loved?
And have you not longed,
Is it wrong to write on love?
A person well fed thrice
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I am only afraid
Of the death of being
Forgotten by you.
I will not die
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[My poet-friend, Premji says, “if you search among the whole english words, you won't be able to find a word equi-potent as prem....” and inspires me to reply, thus]

A word equi-potent as Prem....
Maybe as potent as venom…
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I had posted a poem with a very personal event touching upon my thoughts explained below. I have now removed the words of the poem on request, but, I want to convey the message.
Please, think much, before holding back your smile, hug, love, trust, word of comfort, support, care or anything from any person, he or she may be in such dire need and may even be on the brink of death, our harsh word, thoughtless action or careless deed may become a reason for their wrong decisions in life - be it a rebellious act, a criminal act, taking to addictions or even ending life! So, beware of words said and unsaid, too!
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The Butterfly sat upon each flower
In my garden, It drank the honey
And left behind kisses in return!
The heart is happy, it's drizzling
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Now a day’s -
People don't read me...
[He complains…]
May be my words and style
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