Harish Mudaliar Poems

In praise of lords
dedicated to defend the
beautiful corner of the holy land
curbing the upraise of evil power
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What mystery lies beneath her crooked smile? ?
Keeps me engrossed as Agatha’s novels all the while
All Witful Thoughts rendered no to my dismay
Not a figment of intellect on the right way
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I am no one's Darling No one's Pain
I am no one's Boon No one's Bane
I am no one's Gain No one's Loss
I am no one's God No one's Evil
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Her breast smashed into my chest
Her warm lips nibbled my ears
Shyness was never an adjective that could be attributed to her
Contradicting fight started brewing inside my brain
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the world is on and fine
cherished by the mercy of god
the sun invading all corners of the earth
inviting man and machine to race with the time
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The world of you and me
is the paradise of love and glee
the land unknown to sorrow
graced by the lords and the angels
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Divided by religion
United by love

Divided by body
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Tiny, mighty, bouldered vehicles here and there
Horns and hazards everywhere
Hits and falls, dash and crash in immensive traffic
Hells of chaos offended often are horrific
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How colorful is your basket of fruit! ! !
A mixture of lies and truth
On top like a sceptre stands the splendid green apple
Adorned with the plums of royal purple
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The Irish legend over the millennia
Tells the Nightwalkers blood mania
And his quest of the moonlit sky
Scouting the dark-hued night with mystical eyes
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