Madras Poems - Poems about Madras

A calico cat and a madras pretty thought they were oh-so-witty Shacked up together on a rainy day colors blended to mud ~ poor baby kitty...

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Stepping down from the AC coach on to the railway platform A hot wave of salty moist air drenches me On my customary visit to this city I'm tethered to by my memories.. She coyly calls herself Chennai like a new bride renamed in her husband's home At heart though she is still Madras and to the likes of me ; It's a relief to slip...

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A fad when I was younger Was a bleeding madras shirt. The colors, after washing it, Would somehow then convert. If often had a vibrant plaid To start with, but when wet, The dyes would start to run; You’d never know what you would get. Of course, you had to hand-wash For if tossed in a machine, The other clothes would color-change While they were getting...

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Madras Hotel lobbies, hotel bars Hotel rooms, air conditioned cars City sights and sounds and smells A smile, a frown, a shout impels The thoughts within to exude And express themselves without interlude Here no blossoms, no sweet fresh air Save the scented jasmine in the women's hair And the two don't mix, as we all know Like the fires of hell and virgin snow Flowing...

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Madras Shorts Nineteen-sixty-five Red Blue green dyed colored plaid Too bad they don't fit....

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