AtreyaSarma Uppaluri Poems

a large tract of
huge eucalyptus trees
standing erect -
an armament of missiles
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white winter
I under the woollens snug
earth under the snowy rug
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all colours abound
save the swaying green -
concrete jungle
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I went to complain -
current office working
under candle light
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eager to surprise
visited them sans a word -
lock staring at me
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Ego:

Wind is erratic
It's scalding hot now
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The coiffeuse was mad o’er her hair
She tried every dye with fanfare
Her income rose well
One day her wig fell
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retired
no excuse now
to skip invites
my expenses doubled
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The dreaded date on the calendar
At your doorstep gets the lender
Just as your maid has left.
“Robert in? ” he demands.
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foggy dawn -
nature’s
frosted glass
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