To Those Poets..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Their arms are warm,
Where I am cradled,
Reading the words of few,
Making me to be the puppet,
The strings are strong,
To lift me up to the dreams,
The magic clouds are there,
To carry me further,
Beyond the fence of horizon,
Beyond the eyes of sunny emotions,
Beyond the drizzle of commotion,
I am cradled in your warm arms,
Reading your poetic lips,
While my eyes are half open,
A few can do it with ease,
the rest can simply write.
Bu şiiri puanla
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