They have become the wonderful poets,
To praise the charm and cuteness of,
Of the celestial objects,
That grow and wilt,
Regularly every night and fortnight,
Just stay away from these,
My heart, as you are sad,
That poet who is born,
At every sight of forlorn,
Stay away from my mind,
As I am not in the mood,
To cherish the beauty,
That is coded with a password,
The singer, who has the fine throat,
Please stop opening your mouth wide,
To send the messages through the notes,
As I am not in the right frame of mind,
To listen and enjoy your exertion,
To take me to your loving heart,
And keep me safe out of fear,
This world is full of temptation,
I may not cross the lines of foundation,
My mind is not devoid of practical microbes,
Still alone in the garden, full of butterflies,
Stay away from me, you, the poet,
Who want to see me cry and whisper,
To entertain every other loner,
Who need some pleasure..
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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