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Uma natarajan Feb 2020
I burrowed deep and built my abode
Clearing woods and stones made a narrow road
Also made a wire mesh compound
Listening to Squirrel's sound
Paved the floor with black soil
Four towering walls never allowed the house to boil
Carpet of grass outside was laid
None to speak with nothing was said
Stars at night marched like a thousand little lamps
And the weather was always chill and damp
But I longed for the warmth
Uma natarajan Dec 2019
Carrying on with moments of infatuations
Experimenting life with new preparations
After years of variations
Bearing all the limitations
Following imitations
Consoling with obligations
Fighting bravely with the situations
Experiencing death's insinuations
Feeling a delightful expectation
Uma natarajan Nov 2019
Sweeping away the stars afar
Putting aside moon and sun apar
Brushing  away the branches
Moving in the ranches
Wiping the green grass
Erasing the moss
I create a space for my love
Uma natarajan Nov 2019
Some people in the rush of years
Whom I loved appear and disappear
Some have won the rats race
Some left behind retired with grace
Some shattered in their life
Others scattered in their strife
Fear hangs on me, whom shall I meet
Whom shall I just call and greet
Uma natarajan Nov 2019
I have no grievances
No arguments or preferences
Often I keep silent
Nothing much to admit and keep ignorant
I am not a passive rebellion either
Nor Keep myself unaware of situations neither
Never indulge in discovering right or wrong
Uma natarajan Nov 2019
The setting of saffron sun
Inhaling gold, red and crimson with fun
Opening its red lips against clouds
That is thundering so loud
Flaping it's tongue in the blue sky
Where now birds retire from their fly
Trying to  hide behind the mountain
Creating a side to set's fountain
Uma natarajan Sep 2019
I live in a house by the side of a road
Where vehicles pass with load
Come across men  good or bad
Some pass  looking sad
I sit near the window and watch
And there are cloud's Glimpses to catch
I see daily highway of life
People moving and their strife
Some with ardor of hope
Some slipping in the slopes
Some in smiles other in tears
I rejoice when travelers rejoice
Watching them has become my utmost choice
I live in the house by road's side
And like to confide
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