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S.SUNDAR D.C.E.,
S.SUNDAR MJK
I AM SUNDAR MY NATIVE IS MANJAKKOLLAI NAGAI DT., MY AIM IS CREATING OWN OPERATING SYSTEM ANY IDEAS PLZ SEND TO ME , THIS IS MY MAIL ID: [email protected] [email protected]
V. ABI SHEK 2 MY WITH LOVABLE MOM
V.ABI SHEK
When I was a baby so much love was there
As a toddler everything was fare
When I was a teen you were a special touch
Then turning to a women you taught me so much
The love for you mom is so true
The bond is strong and lasting too
Mom you are fantastic
Mom you are terrific
You are an excellent cook
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Mother
Monarch,
Opposite from others,
The Queen bee of the hive,
Hen among the roosters,
Eagle among the hawks,
Rising above all else.
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Momma Welfare Roll
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood's TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.
Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.
'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'
2 HIS MOM anbudan V.ABI
As a toddler everything was fare
When I was a teen you were a special touch
Then turning to a women you taught me so much
The love for you mom is so true
The bond is strong and lasting too
Mom you are fantastic
Mom you are terrific
You are an excellent cook
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Mother
Monarch,
Opposite from others,
The Queen bee of the hive,
Hen among the roosters,
Eagle among the hawks,
Rising above all else.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Momma Welfare Roll
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
And lima beans.
Her jowls shiver in accusation
Of crimes cliched by Repetition.
Her children, strangers
To childhood's TOYS, play
Best the games of darkened doorways,
Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel of
Other people's property.
Too fat to whore,
Too mad to work,
Searches her dreams for the
Lucky sign and walks bare-handed
Into a den of bereaucrats for her portion.
'They don't give me welfare.
I take it.'
2 HIS MOM anbudan V.ABI
T.MUKESH UKG., 2 HIS MOM
T.MUKESH
Momus Momus is the name men give your face,
The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle
Finding a way mid mist on a shoreland,
Where gray rocks let the salt water shatter spray
Against horizons purple, silent.
Yes, Momus,
Men have flung your face in bronze
To gaze in gargoyle downward on a street-whirl of folk.
They were artists did this, shaped your sad mouth,
Gave you a tall forehead slanted with calm, broad wisdom;
All your lips to the corners and your cheeks to the high bones
Thrown over and through with a smile that forever
wishes and wishes, purple, silent, fled from all the
iron things of life, evaded like a sought bandit, gone
into dreams, by God.
I wonder, Momus,
Whether shadows of the dead sit somewhere and look
with deep laughter
On men who play in terrible earnest the old, known,
solemn repetitions of history.
A droning monotone soft as sea laughter hovers from
your kindliness of bronze,
You give me the human ease of a mountain peak, purple,
silent;
Granite shoulders heaving above the earth curves,
Careless eye-witness of the spawning tides of men and
women
Swarming always in a drift of millions to the dust of toil,
the salt of tears,
And blood drops of undiminishing war.
The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle
Finding a way mid mist on a shoreland,
Where gray rocks let the salt water shatter spray
Against horizons purple, silent.
Yes, Momus,
Men have flung your face in bronze
To gaze in gargoyle downward on a street-whirl of folk.
They were artists did this, shaped your sad mouth,
Gave you a tall forehead slanted with calm, broad wisdom;
All your lips to the corners and your cheeks to the high bones
Thrown over and through with a smile that forever
wishes and wishes, purple, silent, fled from all the
iron things of life, evaded like a sought bandit, gone
into dreams, by God.
I wonder, Momus,
Whether shadows of the dead sit somewhere and look
with deep laughter
On men who play in terrible earnest the old, known,
solemn repetitions of history.
A droning monotone soft as sea laughter hovers from
your kindliness of bronze,
You give me the human ease of a mountain peak, purple,
silent;
Granite shoulders heaving above the earth curves,
Careless eye-witness of the spawning tides of men and
women
Swarming always in a drift of millions to the dust of toil,
the salt of tears,
And blood drops of undiminishing war.
Send anything to me MY id: [email protected]
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