Best Suresh Poems

The beggar in my street
The subject of my hate
An eyesore I felt he was
The old man with his plate

Sunshine or rains, chill or heat
Never had...

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Men worship women
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THE FORTUNE SEEKER 


The parrot peeps through the tiny window

The fortune teller coaxes it to take a bow

Expecting keenly the parrot from the cage

to come...

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Like a breath of fresh air
My cheek brushed by the aroma of her hair
Her shining eyes melted my soul
Listen to my heart beat!
It dances to...

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Know not when you sleep
             sleep is bliss so is death
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We are the kings
in our well we call home
we fight with our siblings
live a twin life
for us and for others


Outside our homes
we see a bigger...

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The fire keeps burning
No water to quench
Look at the sky
The air is so dry
No moist clouds
To bring the rains around
Many trees have vanished
The earth looks...

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Rushing from the balcony
Inside the house
The kid hides under the bed
Mama searches for him
With a bowl of food in her hand

“No Mama, I ain’t hungry”
Says...

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Temple – not an abode of God

Idol – only a piece made by man

To see his reflection in ruse of worship

The Powerful can see power

The...

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When we met that day, we were strangers at bay
Seeking a companion, my eyes met yours with gay
An unwritten bond enveloped you and me
Destined to...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths,...

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Rain


I hear the pitter-patter of rain, 
greedily savor the whiff of bathed Earth
and I see, yet again, that palace frozen in time
my home, far, far...

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Tinted colors of old
Debauched, dubious mysteries
Finagled corrupt's gold
A glorious, poignant history

An empty throne,
And tales of skirmish
Standing draped in gold, all alone
A war cry and a...

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Justification is the only recourse 
When truth starts sounding bitter 
They will convince you 
They will argue with you 
They will beat you 
They will...

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Stories, cartoons, 
comics I love most
English, maths and science 
are like ghosts
They haunt me all day
disturb my dreams, 
keep me awake
I want to play 
all...

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