The Poet In You... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Poet In You...
They have become the wonderful poets,
To praise the charm and cuteness of,
Of the celestial objects,
That grow and wilt,
Regularly every night and fortnight,
Just stay away from these,
My heart, as you are sad,
That poet who is born,
At every sight of forlorn,
Stay away from my mind,
As I am not in the mood,
To cherish the beauty,
That is coded with a password,
The singer, who has the fine throat,
Please stop opening your mouth wide,
To send the messages through the notes,
As I am not in the right frame of mind,
To listen and enjoy your exertion,
To take me to your loving heart,
And keep me safe out of fear,
This world is full of temptation,
I may not cross the lines of foundation,
My mind is not devoid of practical microbes,
Still alone in the garden, full of butterflies,
Stay away from me, you, the poet,
Who want to see me cry and whisper,
To entertain every other loner,
Who need some pleasure..
I may not cross the lines of foundation Living in the world we are bound by the line drawn by elders and society. We also create our own lines and are bounded by them. There are many who look for one to take a false step. Life is after all interesting in spite of all the constraints. We look to cherish the moments when colorful butterflies come in front of the eyes. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
A nice poem with myth and reality.. faith rules the mind it proves..beautiful array of words thank you :)
Hello poet friend Veeraiyah. I enjoy poetry and songs, but am always amazed at how a few words can pull the tears or smiles from me. Great piece, I enjoyed, Loyd PS: Please check out my new book on Amazon or Barnes and Noble, Pumpkinny Tales. Thanks for your support.
alone in the garden full of butterflies. I love these words and the absolute whole write you have created. I would love to know the meaning if there is one for these words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very interesting meaning in the poem i think of my deceased daughter {by car accident ] and when I see a white butterfly I will see and feel her for sure...regards