Not A Screen Play
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The rays of light carry the load,
To fall on our lens, protected with lids,
Thousands of living and non living,
Tasted the texture of fine linen,
In the backdrop of retinal plane,
Many have sneaked into the heart,
Many have seated permanent,
Glory be to this gorgeous life of sweat,
As long as those pearls benefit the sweet hearts,
Congested are our dutiful thoughts,
Glory be to this marvelous life of mimicking task.
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