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veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Fortune..


Look at me once with your succeeding eyes,
Not even have to turn your generous head,
Swiping your eyes on my feebly weak limps,
Brushing and polishing of my conceptualized mouth,
Striking right at the left where the noise of life is heard,
Just lift your sight to reach my stubborn thought,
Where I incubate the best and the waste as the cache,
Swirl and prance in front of my selfishly clouded vision,
Slightly shaking of your bravery embedded trunk,
You are not afar, but very near, waiting at our shores,
Get up, darling, come and hug us all to be the being,
Well worth living on this planet with great respect and liking.

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Sunday, August 25, 2013
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