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The flower seller Where have you got the charms tonight? To raise your voice so far ,inspite Of the raising days fumes of laughter In the streets along, thats your shelter. What are the flowers you ought to knit? White jasmine, red roses, some flowers in peacock blue. You sing a song full of life That catches even a child to see you yelling so light. Bright blooms that catches one's eyes You are the ones who don't chase one's might Muttering words you choose to say When the whole crowd depends on you being gay. You are so kind hearted not a miser For you don't care for losing one or two Of the flowers you garland so well Iam the knight's queen if I don't forget you so real. You don't care for taboos thrown at you For its your life to sell with pride The pain in you, you don't reveal to one For you leapt your sorrows by your smiling face. I came to you for a quite while So thrilled by your words that charmed  mine I gave you ...

Sea shells, conches What's that clinging in my hands Perhaps sea's treasure I hold Some sea shells, conches From the salty seas that made retreat. The colours creamy white With brown and red It holds Imitations of nature's hive. A freedom sound So sweet to ears When it's cling It's a heaven retreat. When you sing on it's mouth It makes the sounds Of seas and waves Telling all stories of treasures withheld. When its held in fours It's a game For all the growing kids Throwing words for fun. It was once a snail's nest The tide that takes no rest Sent the ones to ocean's deep Where no eyes could make a sweep. It's nature's haste To throw more of these Into my hands that play With more of sea shells and conches that lay.      S ANANDHI       28/04/20

The poet who dwells within The poet sings about nature and love And the songs that tune with rhythm He sings about the truth that lasts forever That holds his land in the midst of calamity His optimistic words Fills your heart with ease. Lets see the poet within... The sun rised in the east, and the winds Blew over south to where the travellers lay Strong hearts that pave way for cold nights. A traveller asked the poet "where have you lost your lover"? In the sands of yesteryears is one sorrowful truth. She laid her head on the west Where westners had laid a search for trust. She became a nun they said And made her lovely singing heart to melt. He said, "When thou' don't haste to weed to where pleasure seeks There comes eternity to thy hold". Heart whelmed by his search for human fruits He laid a stretch to mind to one's truth. There comes the wife and merry children All borne to keep him sane and to  give him good health. It...

Mirror on the wall The mirror reflects one's mind To open it for a trifle chance As you watch your picture A reflection that one nurture Where is all the shyness gone To the walls and the wooden rooms What's the beauty that one could see It is the love of oneself it could be The naked truth of one's eyes To seek the beauty of the face exposed. Are my wrinkles a turbulent wind A solitude song unsung Or a history all about until then. All goes to watch the maker Above all he stands and creates God's creation is one to thee To count on  expectations was all about To look at the wall and I would rather seek To hide my face without the mirror at all.        S ANANDHI         22/04/20

A  teenager Over the hills and far off mounts He chose to ride by his horse called gray Long days he spent riding through woods Long felt nights in top of trees He went too near kings and castles Sometimes by passing his greet to them He performed his acts with a loud crowd Saying adieu to them for all they bore He came to fields of broken wheat Flowery tales of grandma made retreat Seldom he climbed on top of rocks Keeping his ears to kisses of watery drops Like a playing child he ran to his town To be greeted by all that's sound...       S ANANDHI         21/04/20

The mourning of the trees The winter rocks made a call As the woodcutter takes his axe and makes a fall Beyond the scene of grasses and reaps Where the old wife's tale takes a leap It was for his bread That he made the trees so dread The chucking of trees made a sound For all the trees to grieve and mourn An oak tree fell apart Tearing all ages faced from start At insanity one paves way to God In man's vanity the trees were cut and built All thats strong was made of trees In man's godown all was easy and cheap..       S ANANDHI       21/04/20

The Morning and the afternoon sun. Morning sun had shown it's dawn Over the fright of the calling storm. What bore my self today But to pour more of love and care. What stayed in the vast home But some dust of sins to poor. What scent is in the air Perhaps some smell of God's garland so. There lay the day at stretch For me to keep safe on such. Then came the afternoon sun It's a whole day of joyful run Here and there everywhere For the bees in the hive so bare. All munch of bread and yam For all village it's the plan. At the strike of the hour Everyone ran to a mirthful shower. It's the day that lays one quiet As it is night time for one not to fright.      S ANANDHI       21/04/20