When you were high, occupying the throne,
I was down, looking at you with a kind of emotion,
Sitting on the rickety chair, you had started to blabber,
As the drunkard after the celebration of stupor.
Many arrows of praises aimed at you with stagnant lips,
As everyone eyed at reaching your door step with claps,
What shall we do with the crown made of paper,
Sweet heart, you had screeched louder as a pauper.
I had taken a catapult to hit your legs to shake you,
But it reached your chest and you had a free fall,
I rushed out to hold you in my hands to nurse the splinter,
You removed your shoe and gave it to me as a surprise.
You have healed your wounds supplemented with common sense,
Those who have the fake faces are sweeter to everyone,
Those who speak the truth are the ones to be hurt and blamed,
Shall I return the lone shoe for you to have the pair to climb up?
Don't stand on the other side of the river, winking at the wisdom,
You may not know how to swim or control the swelling storm,
Are you waiting for the fairy to arrive with magical clues and cue,
Dear, I know to swim under heavy current, instruct me out of love.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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