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Devisri Subramaniam Poem
Im still in overwhelming awe and fascination of this young man.
The pioneer of modern Tamil poetry they describe,
But he is simply a perfectly righteous insane man I`ll say.
With a thick black moustache and a white turban,
Adorned by a laugh that will send fear into all false hearts.
I pinched myself when I realized my mind has slowly drifted away under his fearless flaming gaze
And fearless means a truly fearless gaze of death, dark, insult, nothing.
Indeed eyes are the window to the soul.
Despite a lean physique, he vibrates majesticness like a lion.
Walks up-straight with a balance of rhythm and harmony merely like a wise artist
The only man I wish still in flesh because wisdom & love have been so scarce in this era of dirty humans
Unfortunately, even the `God` is so fury and jealous of him and he finally heard the call.
Poem for the king of poetry is ridiculous and I’m laughing at my own mortal insufficiency.
Nevertheless, I`m a devoted soul of my insane poet just as how he is the devoted son of Mother India.
Copyright © Devisri Subramaniam | Year Posted 2014
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Devisri Subramaniam Poem
Last night, I dreamt of you,
You were so close to me, I could feel your rhythmic breath.
I was blessed to look straight into your eyes.
I touched you for the very first time.
I felt your presence lighting up my vivid dream.
I held you tight with a strong force just to not let you go and I am sorry if it did hurt you.
Finally, I could love you with all my heart….abundant all that has been locked deep inside before,
Because we were just like two lost puzzle pieces with different shapes but with the right colours.
But I am scared that you will just remain as a dream.
Today, I was stopped by the airport security police because I am not your family they claimed but trust me baby, I could give you a lot more.
But you vanished just like my dream, vanished together with the beast sky plane!!
My heart is burning, fires of frustrations and disappointments are cloaking my mind!!
I am sick of chasing sleep these days.
I am yearning for an answer that could ignite back hopes.
I am afraid to look on any news; everything is just tearing me alive!
I wish it is never too late to at least let my feelings known.
I hope it is never too late…
Please come back..
I beg.
Copyright © Devisri Subramaniam | Year Posted 2014
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