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Ankala Subbarao Poem
My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect!
As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect;
When I am mature,
I make myself sure
To infect a human when the insect does inject
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2020
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
I have this uneasiness, which I never had before.
Started from the central chest, now my left arm sore;
Beads of sweat now all over, though it isn’t hot
Should I wake up my wife and tell her or not?
I apply a pain balm as I try myself to nurse
But this damned uneasiness only becomes worse;
My clothes drenched in cold sweat.
Should I call my friend or should I consult the net?
Ten minutes now and I can hear myself breathe
Now a vice-like pain while I grit my teeth
I get out of the bed and pace the floor
Should I get out of the bed and open the door?
I feel as though I am hugged by a beast
Or is it an elephant sitting on my chest
Whatever I do the pain wont go away
Should I call the ambulance straightaway?
Now I feel dizzy, my head is reeling
Unbearable pain, I am still feeling
Unable to stand, I cant believe I am ill
Should I go to the night store and pop up a pill?
Must be the food I ate the previous night,
Or the drink I had, though they said it was light;
Or is it the Evil Eye of my jealous friend?
Should I wake up everyone but how will the pain end?
I get this retching now and vomit all my food
Now that the food is out, I hope I will feel good
But alas, no such luck, my pain is worse than before
Should I just walk and call the Cardiologist next door?
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2016
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
All of a sudden, like a bolt from the blue,
This intense fear, wherefore I have no clue!
I can't walk, I can’t eat nor can I speak,
I can’t even stand, my knees are weak.
I am shivering from head to toe,
The dread I feel just doesn’t go
I want to run for my life, but I cant move an inch
A dinosaur is chasing me but I'm tied with a cinch
I can hear my own heart beat like a horse racing;
My lungs bellowing like Death I would be embracing.
I am giddy, I am dizzy, I feel like falling down,
But there I am, still up there looking like a clown!
My hands are shaking, my palms are sweating
My mind in a daze, I know not what I am getting.
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2018
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
Your daily want of me is just in micrograms two or three,
In your liver you do hoard, a thousand times your need for me.
Without me you turn pale; even a few steps you can't take
With a melon in your belly, very soon your life is at stake
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2020
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
Simple living and High thinking is my steadfast motto
You need a powerful microscope to take my stunning photo;
Uninvited though, I do enter.. the cozy home of my host
When I come out with a brand new coat, the host, alas, is a ghost
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2021
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
I look like a Pope's cap, hence my name
Encased in a fit and firm, fibrous frame
My large hands clap
To the great pump's tap
I keep blood flowing, as that is my aim
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2021
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
"Simple living and High thinking" is my steadfast motto
You need a powerful microscope to take my stunning photo;
Uninvited though, I do enter.. the cozy home of my host
When I come out with a brand new coat, the host, alas, is a ghost
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2021
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
Baldies of the world, do not despair!
It's not the end, you just lost some hair!!
Balder men are more virile, thus spake a sage
And many a woman "testify" to this old adage..
Balder men are noted to be wise and mature
Trusted by everyone, their thoughts kind and pure
No need for shampoos, combs or for hair cream
No need for a barber even in the wildest dream
Every day we can have a fresh head bath day
Not just once a week or only on one Sunday
Hairline well receded, you never seem to age
As you reach middle age, that'll be an advantage
You can fit into a cap or hat or any headgear with ease
Or you can wear a stylish wig, as fashions never cease
Father of our Nation was bald, so were Nehru and Patel
You may be considered great, and you can weave a tale!
So, Baldies of the world, don’t despair!
It is not the end, you just lost some hair!
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2020
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
Fired from a canine canine, I'm a bullet aimed at the brain.
Slowly & surely, I find my track, come sunshine or raging rain.
I swim and wriggle making my way,three inches every passing day!
Target I reach in a few weeks say,making sure of its deadly decay
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2020
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Ankala Subbarao Poem
I am so sparse, I am so scarce
I am so rare but I am no farce
I am the one and only hence so lonely
I exist on earth in Forty three only
Copyright © Ankala Subbarao | Year Posted 2021
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