Not Still But Under Control.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Not Still But Under Control..



O my heart, why are you so plausible,
Flexible, passable and grandly adorable,
Traveling over the mountains for the preamble,
Voyaging across the oceans for the treasonable,
Tearing through the flimsy air for the noticeable,
Calm down as the motherboard with no beatable,
Swirling in the midair looking at the mild wearable,
Scared of the shadow that falls underneath not durable,
O my heart, you are so weak but very strong,
Bouncing between two beeswax mountains,
Armored around with pliable muslin,
Those are connected tensile bows of ribbons,
You are my love and life and I keep you clean,
No third person can interfere in our love affair,
Carrying the boxes and cartons of verdurous name cards,
You are my own: very humble and shine with no lards.

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