Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The Frogs have stopped to croak,
The fumes from the water not visible,
Those are the days during the rainy season,
The amphibians croak in vengeance,
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We can’t be envious,
As everyone is gorgeous,
Everything is generous,
Every moment is precious.
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A comfortable room, locked me out and in,
The opening at the sides, wide and calm,
The crust on the cooling milk separate elegant,
The drawing of it may expose what I have,
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We were the animist, lived in the jungles,
Worshiped the trees and the spirits,
We can talk to the spirits looking through,
The betel leaves and we dream day and night,
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They have borrowed my mind,
And said that it is needed for a while,
During the first shine at the dawn,
Years have passed leaving no heating pan,
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Looking for the ones, who have deserted the mind,
Running away as the dry cloud to swell in new set,
Thirst for love and hunger for attention on their mark,
Human are left alone to fend and lick their wounds.
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I have summoned the polite breeze,
To visit all the blooms around your homes,
To save the scent little by little,
To reach your heart as the sunshine,
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The creative sunshine is lost,
People choose to live in shades,
Thousands of designations,
Have killed the creative enthusiasm,
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Keeping quiet silently, storing the clouds safely,
Never breathed out loudly, the picture is visible vividly,
Running away from it mentally, staying alone tremblingly,
The victorious laugh heard clearly and continuously,
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The breeze has come to hold me firm,
The storm had run off to the ocean,
The breeze arrives with the host of calm,
My heart flutters as the wings of vision,
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