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Jeba Kiruba Poem
Tiny crystals
loosing' her mother
falling' on petals
beauty further
dark skies
thundering' sounds
nail bites
fearing' found
so it falls
off from sky
man, short or tall
got back the smile
Copyright © Jeba Kiruba | Year Posted 2020
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Jeba Kiruba Poem
It wasn't an ordinary day
I knew it "Hey!
shouted the doors
but all of em' in roars
I felt breathless
and found four walls to be tasteless
That day I rushed relax
beds and pillows made me perplex
I felt odd, cried "why this one?"
disappointed in tons;
I swam through the living room
I felt many blossoms bloom,
she; she's not ordinary
I felt I wasn't to be in hurry
I felt she has those same
many words did really did define her name;
those honors faded
peril I tang waded
but her extras never looked
not fine; everything so good booked
her smile was sweet
Irrigated my desert; heart tweets.
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Jeba Kiruba Poem
They said of how they glow
but it doesn't matter me
because, I might not have
that. Yet I burn my self
givin' the light
not for me, but the
WORLD.
He asked the days goin' cool
Yet I lookin' at the fire
if I could make me?
But the light just livin'
in all the rooms of mine
didn't want me do so.
Cause' my birth, is to
give light to ones like
ME.
She just stable on her ways, wanted me
take a sip of her shoes
But I thought hers was like so cool.
My minds diverting out into the dark,
wan my purpose.
Yet the light did not get off,
but with a little
LIFE.
But I was happy with her.
The light started sayin' in its cold, old, tired
voice, "Did you forget?"
These words were like simple, but it made a
SIGH.
The 'sigh' was not simple,
it was terrible in my heart. Weighin' in tons.
I couldn't bear it. The Light spoke to me.
"This's not the purpose you're here"
Soon, I recognized me part by part
Looking at the LIGHT, that made me realize
of what I've done,
THANKING.
The next day was like tale.
Many people were happy of the
LIGHT livin' in me.
But I was very sad of the loss of my old life,
where I was happy. The light told me,
that I was to be glad, not by mine, and of
those glisten by the
LIGHT IN ME,
THANKING IT AND RUNNIN'
MY RACE.
Copyright © Jeba Kiruba | Year Posted 2020
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