Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The colorful maggots squirm out,
With the touch of lotion slut,
Beneath the skin of the open flesh,
Of anything and anyone that have blood,
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I like the way you burst,
Once you burst your womb,
Then you burst your breast,
Now you burst your eyes,
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Give me the thread, thin and long,
I want to play with the kites, fun and strong,
Kites of hope can fly a few furlongs,
Touching the victorious clouds along,
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The background is clear and prominent,
Where the flowers of emotions are strewn,
A stroke of careless touch, that rosy bloom,
Out of shape: hide that spot using background paint,
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Men had found everything except the roof,
The roofs that save the foundation and structure,
The roofs that provide the shelter from weather tortures,
Thousand years of research and improvisation of nature,
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Days after days, Months after months,
Years after years, They sit in front of monitors,
Watching endless foot and base ball matches,
Immersed with underwear clad,
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I envy upon him as He arises routine,
Without any mundane quarrel and fun time,
At non existing nights, fresh as the fire from the match stick,
Glowing as the charcoal pits that burn the meats,
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Whenever I see the people,
Those play with the dope,
Sitting on the high chair,
Sipping in little by little,
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The head and the lungs,
And the heart is not seen,
Can’t feel anything, that surface,
Except the breeze on the exposed face,
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I am a young shepherdess,
Following a budding shepherd,
He is in blue, wearing white,
I am tainted white with no clue,
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