srimathi raman Poems

He was breathing hard.
Eyes were painfully sad.
The pair was staring at something.
The object decided his span of living.
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Petals make a flower.
Around them butterflies hover;
Bud begins to bloom.
Petal after petal blossom;
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Anger or short temper; whatever is the name;
It is sure to hang heads in shame.
This leaves behind rational thinking.
What it carries along is mind blocking!
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