Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Hula Hula girls at the harbor of Honolulu,
Shake their hips wearing the grass skirt,
Adoring the garlands of pretty orchids,
Showing their flat stomach,
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Leave me in my dream land,
Where I can swim in the ice cream ponds,
The vanilla is the sweetest of all,
The smell of chocolate keeps me in spell.
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Buddha, you are right, when you were confused,
Diseases and Old age are not fun to delight,
To the ones who have exposed their nerves,
to all worldly pleasures to seek and experiment,
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When there are so many flowers bloom,
I always want to look at the thorns,
And the pain which spring out tears,
When there are so many boxes of gifts,
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The bunds are erected,
No flooding can be seen,
Not the artesian spring,
Burst out and flow in aversion,
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We are the beautifully ugly toads,
Never seen a concreted road,
Hiding behind the convenient baskets,
Always croak to the unheard noise,
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The experienced human are too boring,
Always carrying the rattans for canning,
The advisory signs of dangerous warning,
And the verses stickers for remembering,
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The dog looks hungry, as it is a stray,
A piece of meat and some food to make it gay,
Shakes its tail as fast as it can,
Stands near the gate for fun and bun,
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When was the last time you talked to me lovingly?
Where did we go to purify our doubtful thoughts silently?
The fluid pressure builds up as the wind that lost,
The revengeful heat warming up the air to raise the temperature,
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I hear your feeble voice from a distance,
Run towards you nervously in expectation,
Not so weak, but not so audible in expanse,
The loud cry for love and affection,
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