Be Democratic! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

My love, are you all right?
Are your concubines still mighty?
Showing all their treasures,
To your wearily tired eyes,
That long for benevolence,
From the fries of the salt fish,
Those walk on the endless streets,
Looking for hooks to get their tongues pierced,
With the grace of pitiful stamps and alms,
My love, are you in great shape?
Showing all your triceps and biceps,
To the skin shrouded skeletons,
You have the great smile,
Your lips almost kiss your ears,
The denture is perfect,
The credit goes to the dentists,
Who has taken impression,
To pass to the technicians,
Who work in the hot dungeons,
To make your white smile,
That flashes as the lightening in the sky,
I am scared to look at those eagle laughs,
When the thunderous repercussions,
Blow on the faces of your lecherous concubines,
Liberty is the statue, yet to find out the meaning,
In the constitutional laws of many hearts,
My love, I heard you are on dope,
Procuring from the farmers of souls,
Who work all day long in the springs of well,
Where you go and get your rejuvenation done,
I am staying here not alone, with my handy men around,
Who can do anything with showing of index finger,
When my heart is in your majestic platform,
I can’t sleep with anyone who offer their pungent,
Perfume of ideologies, come on, my love,
Let us be together to rule the mass,
who may float when they are in dreamy space,
still their feet are rooted to the earthly ground.