As a mother of one,
I'm filled with joy.
Watching you play
with your colourful toy
of petals that bloomed
in different hues,
attracting creatures
from meadows and mews.
Sweet nectar you gave
to those who came.
A humbled host
who... – by Lugesan Reddy | 120 Views added 27 days ago
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I will start tomorrow
and rest up for today.
For it takes much strength
to travel my own way.
The road to the left
is nutured and paved.
Filled with those who love me.
Those who smiled and waved.
Asking me to join them
as I walk on with... – by Lugesan Reddy | 125 Views added 4 months ago
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Why does no one come
to my sincere stall?
It's market day at school,
where we showcase, for all,
our products of beauty.
Our creations. Our work.
For them to recognize
our inner worth.
Hello! Excuse me!
Would you like to see my gems?
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You. You again.
Why do you come for me?
Have you not taken everything?
Why do you come at night? When I'm weak.
I can't move.
You pin me down with the mandibles of this nightmare.
I'm trapped. Unable to move any part of my body. Even my... – by Lugesan Reddy | 126 Views added 4 months ago
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You gave your whole life
to sun's sweltering heat,
as you plucked for hours
the foods that we'd eat.
Depleting more each day,
as you muscled-in your catch
that comforted your bosses
so they'll loosen hardship's latch.
You've become my... – by Lugesan Reddy | 134 Views added 4 months ago
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We have finally arrived
to this place called Earth,
where we come in precious peace
for our colony's rebirth.
It was serendipitous to find
your timeless distant call.
An answer to salvation
from this blistering burning ball
that... – by Lugesan Reddy | 118 Views added 4 months ago
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Just leave it out.
I have no doubt.
Our trash man comes at three.
A penniless task.
Something I'd mask.
Poor trash man comes at three.
A government strike.
For a worthless wage hike.
No trash man comes at three.
Then winds gush in.
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When love is fresh,
the heart it primes.
Each breath we take feels pampered.
Through break-ups or
death's sinister crimes,
like damaged cars, heart's tampered.
But forget the files!
It's smiles and miles,
that lies within, unhampered.
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I like to rest on benches,
breathing sea's salty air.
A break from selfish wrenches
of those who do not care.
I saw this fisher sitting
so calmly by the bay.
He seemed to dodge the splitting
of hairs we do each day.
"I should be there,... – by Lugesan Reddy | 12 Views added 4 months ago
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