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YOu touch me with a harp
You touched me
with a hand
oh no, with a harp
with the cool air
kissing the strings
you touch me now
with a lyric
a soft music
a song in melody
that is love
the music of life
the singing voice of living
is love, silently aloud
the more quiet
the air is
the more fuller the feel is
when smiles reduces
into single tears
to fall or not to fall
as they collect near the ends
the inner beauty shines
in the looks drained
all lamps of the holy lit
into the ponds bright
as it dawns
the stars of puzzles
they walk off
no more questions
all answers are sunned
radiant is the mind
the heart- a housefull board
no more entries
memories sentries
they weave and web
of little wonders hub.
poem
by
Lalitha Iyer
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