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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Little Heart by layman on Nov 8, 2011. © Madhusoodanan Kizhakkepattiath, All rights reserved THE LITTLE HEART A little, little girl Looking very smart Come, come, come Dear little heart. She is like a rosy rose Dancing like a lovely plant Come, come, come Dear little heart. Her voice is like a cuckoo bird’s, Her speech is like a little parrot’s Come, come, come Dear little heart. Her world is like a princess’ world, Her parents, like a king and queen Come, come, come Dear little heart. Though, her world is like a princess’ world Her parents like a king and queen, Dark, dark, dark, Every ,every where. MADHU PATTIATH http://allpoetry.com/poem/9104741-The_Little_Heart-by-layman The Innocent Culprits by layman on Jan 25, 2012. © Madhusoodanan Kizhakkepattiath, All rights reserved Except you and me, Everyone slept in midnight. O, lovely, Nolhivaram, ... what is left, me alone. Vultures of universe, Flying around, Left a little, for you and me. The innocent children, Mind tortured, Roaring at me, A taste of passion. Me, a lover of thy beauty, Never pinched a little, In shadow lights. Beauty of ocean, Beautifies not, The men of broken heart, A lost paradise. The roaring tides, Blows at beach, Never be happy, In vultures peak. The unknown beautiful, To the known painful, Does it in nets, A little in seas. The soldiers of seas, Solitary in heights, Webs their morrows, In night's paradise. A Little is left, To me, a unknown, By the heart of beauty, With innocent culprits. BY MADHU PATTIATH http://allpoetry.com/poem/9313307-The_Innocent_Culprits-by-layman
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