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Suresh Iyer Poem
Child
God’s gift
Cries or Smiles
Loves to Play Around
Innocence
Flowers
Many Colors
Smiles at You
Lights up the Garden
Radiance
Bird
Flies high
Flaps its wings
To reach the stars
Dreams
Ants
Work Hard
Walk in Line
One behind the Other
Team
Lantern
Gives light
Shows the Way
I found the Path
Serenity
Temple
God’s Abode
Hands Fold Together
Pray for Well-being
Faith
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Darkness is killing my will to fight
The way to climb beyond my scope
Searching for a ray of light
In an oasis called hope
Feel like a stranger in my house
Drying inward from the edge
Climbing like a spider
Got stuck in my own web
The clouds in the sky
Add to my tears
The balloons in my hand
Do not bring me cheers
Nothing to push me down from here
I can only jump without fear
I break the balloons, I dare the rain
I splash in my web full of my tears
Here I come, you can push me away
I will find my way to dodge you away
Not everytime can I go astray
A day will come I will find my way
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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 I pity for his fate
Yet he had that toothy grin
The old man with his plate
Mosquitoes crowned his head
Flies and insects were his mates
He shared his food with the dogs
The old man with his plate
He blessed one and all
Many pitied his state
Wrinkles ran all over his face
The old man with his plate
The crowd gathered one day
Around the subject of my hate
The old man was no more
Remained only the empty plate
He was a beggar indeed
But never stole other's plate
Felt I missed him
Put a coin in his empty plate
Life moves like a river
Stops and starts at every gate
Life moves on, so did
The old man with his plate
... Suresh M Iyer
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Everyone called him Great
The Kind soaked with pride
He blew his own trumpet
Was he the God’s own child!
His subjects lived in misery
He did not bother for their plight
‘Can’t drink water, drink wine’
He shunted misery out of sight
Darkness never mattered for him
Beautiful women lighted his nights
No opponents to challenge him
He took delight at his might
‘Who is the wisest of you all?’
He made the wise men fight
Rewarded the chosen ones
The rest fled out of sight
The king strode over a desert once
The Sandstorms put him in a bind
Thirst overcomes him, no water at sight
His soldiers flee, left him behind
No drop of water around
The king went wild
Like an oasis, he saw a lone old man
Walking afar, nothing to hide
The Kind appealed to show the way
Promised to give back anything in kind
The old man asked for his kingdom
The angry King made him blind
The old man laughed at him
Ego made the King blind
Rains lashed over his dead body
The soul was back in humankind
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Nation is getting richer
We are getting poorer
You say Poverty is crime
We say change your line
Criminals are treated better
Jails are their abode
Anyway get easy fodder
We live in the open
Destined to live in hunger
Crime Pays, Poverty is sin
Is Poverty a Crime?
Change your line.
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I woke up one day
Unnoticed, unseen
The sparrows were chirping
Did not mind me between
I poked them gently
The sparrows got scared
Seeing them fly
I went mad
I ran out into the streets
Naked and free
Hurled pebbles on passersby
Watched them flee with glee
I felt like a king
In this blind men’s paradise
Shocking poor fellows at will
Making fun of their cries
I was shaken hard
By someone I could not see
I rubbed my eyes
Could see only darkness around me
It was my mother
She put me on her lap
Tears filled my eyes
As I went into recap
I wished my dreams were true
I could see the world go blind
Why O Lord,
You robbed away my sight
What was my fault,
You made me Blind
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Men worship women
Great culture that we are
Man to woman
Love for lust
Marry for money
Determined for sex
*********** before marriage
Sonography after marriage
Choice is a boy
Result - sex determination
Girl ends up as foetus
Boy ends up as a man
To find a day where
Men wont get women
Homos will rule
***** to sono to homo
The cycle might end here
Won't be seen at home ever
Women to be seen only in temples
Men will worship women indeed
Suresh M Iyer
Female infanticide is on the rise in Modern India, where sex is determined for
weeding out females and selecting males. Designer babes are the order of the day.
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Sitting under a tree, old and grey
No flowers to bloom, leaves falling down
Birds desert the nests, no one to play around
The clouds are around, they hold no charm
Gave shade to many, no one to shade us
Waiting to fall one day, are we made for each other?
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Life in Earth
Like flowers blooming in
The Paradise of God
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MY DOLL - A POEM
Waiting behind the closed doors
My dearest smiles at me
My tired soul lights up again
I hold my doll with glee
‘Dolls’ for kids’, teases this world
My Doll cries or laughs with me
With it, can I ever get old
Mind filled with guilt as
I keep My Doll homebound
My Doll never complains or cribs
For me, my Doll is always around
Friends or kin come and go
Down in the dumps, I find solace
in my Doll, makes me forget my woes
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