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Best Poems Written by Roopa Menon

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To Those Who Love Me

Brown, yucky and tasteless
Toxic monsters
All tightly bundled
Into a thin roll.
That's me! 
Slim and handy
As I squeeze in between
Your fingers.
Burning my tail, 
I turn into ashes and smoke
Surging my way 
Through your mouth
To reach your lungs
Blocking arteries and veins on my way.
I hypnotize your cells
And they go dividing and dividing
Turning your lungs 
Into a cancerous demon.
My dear children
Nicotine and tobacco-tar
Slowly eating you up, 
Immersing you in their toxic bliss.
And you still enjoy me! 
A tap on my back
Flicking off the ashes 
As you smoke
I gleefully enter through the tiny hairs in
The tiny nostrils of
Your tiny little kids
B'cos blocking arteries 
Is what I do
Whether its you or 
People around you
What we share 
Happens to be parasitism.
You burn me
And I burn your life.

I am burnt out now
Only the butt remains.
Throw me before I burn you.
And here you go
Lighting another me

I guess perhaps, 
I am dearer 
Than your family and your life.
But mind the spark in the butt
It's the spark of your life
Breathing and flickering now, 
But...........................

As I come to you again
I carry an expiry date
Certainly not mine.

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Just a Heart Beat Apart

Forlorn and abandoned,
Yet together eternally,
United in the soul,
Two little sisters,
Sharing warm smiles,
Sorrows and memories,
And innocent promises,
In life’s unwinding roads.
But they were parted,
To two different families,
Two different worlds,
Taught to chase new dreams,
And inspired to blossom,
Their paths never crossed.
But in their hearts,
They knew,
That hope always smiles,
And no distance is too far,
And they will always be, 
Just a heartbeat apart.

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Anatomy of Tears

Tiny droplets of salt
Cling on the tip of eyelashes
Hanging valiantly 
Until a blink of eye
Makes them jump
Over the cheeks
To die on the lips
It is a mirror 
Of seasons
That fills our life
Sadness
Happiness
To utmost surprise
A drop says it all
Just a drop or two
To define an expression
Or a thunderous outpour
From reddened eyes
Speak silent volumes
Of feelings.
Tears are not racist
They are broad minded
Resides in every eye
Rich or poor
High or low caste
Tears are just tears
Colourless
Flawless drops.

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Soldier

The wind blows
Through my hairs
Grown through years of struggle.
It brings message 
From my soil
Oh! Listen
The whisper in my ears
“Oh! Child don’t cry”
Soothing my wounds
It washes off all my 
Revenge, anguish and pain
The rain comes too
Sprinkling my face
Wiping the inhuman dirt
It wipes my sweat
That my chained hands 
Have failed to do 
Then the rays come
To fill my eyes
And dry my tears
My soil has sent them all
Just then a foreign bird
Sits on the prison bars
It asks, “Who are you?”
So cruelly chained and beaten
“Oh! Poor man what wrong have you done?”
“I am a soldier
And I die for my soil”, 
My last breath says……

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A Thousand Deaths!

Tear drops were puzzled,
Torn between grief and sacrifice,
From a mother’s eyes,
That witnessed her only son, 
Valiantly struggling,
Breathing his last moments,
On which she clung,
With all hope and love.
Eyes reddened,
Lost and tired,
A parched throat,
Wailing with pain, 
She ran about insane,
Begged and cried,
For her dear child’s life.
When fell upon her ears,
Some young pitiable lives,
Almost extinguished,
Awaiting a flame,
Which she could light,
And a mother’s heart did fight,
To accept the truth,
But she let them take,
His heart, liver, kidneys and eyes,
To light up,
The four unknown lives.
She dropped on knees,
And sunk her face,
In his tiny arms,
Her dear child was gone,
She wept bitterly,
On the corpse,
At her inability,
At her decision,
To make which,
She had to die,
A thousand deaths!

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Time For Peace

The sky blinded by smoke
That spoke of innocent slay
Valleys echoed screams
Soil witnessed bloodshed
Fear rode on wind
Touching the branches
That refused to sway
Gunshots fired
And bombers attacked
Amongst blackened humanity
Two innocent hands
Came up to the barrier wall
Separating two nations
Took his palm full of earth 
And wrote among tears
"TIME FOR PEACE"
Years and generations flowed
Neatly covered in glass case
A proclaimed renowned wall
And the unknown boy 
Famous and remembered 
But the lesson he taught 
Was never learned
And one day
A gun shot from nowhere
Broke down the glass
And the unknown boy
Died once again.

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The Kindest Piece of Paper

Knocking every door
Polite or rude
A poor sales boy walked.
A burning stomach
And a load of unsold goods
Dragging his tired feet
He walked to yet another door.
A young lady answered
His modest heart 
Could only ask for a drink.
But she saw
The hunger in his eyes
And tears lingering 
At the corner of his eyes
Waiting to break out.
She brought out
A glass of milk.
The hungry mouth drank
And his little heart 
Thanked this angel.
Times and years passed
Like silent whispers
And the kind lady
Now grew old and ill
And no physician could cure.
But one came forward
And nursed day and night
And she woke to a new life.
Her grateful eyes searched
To see that kind Doctor.
The reply came as a bill
The old hands hesitantly opened
And her eyes cried and sparkled
At the kindest piece of paper
That lay in her hands
And the words lay
“Paid in full with one glass of milk”