Be Grateful To The Fathers Of The Nations Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Having the chance of recreating,
What we have shrived for controlling,
The minds and hands from trespassing,
We can go for the change any time.

The hibernating doubts wait for the victims,
So we can alter and adjust our biased judgments,
Million years of this humble earth’s existence,
For it knows the dress codes of every event.

Understanding one another is not a definition,
Turbulence or the peace, that is in the cognition,
The playground is full of wonderful equipments,
What to do with it is our discretion.

The ferry’s wheel in our thought goes up and down,
The cyber swing has the load to go back forth,
Palettes of our photo studios create multi colored rainbows,
The liberal democrats can dance in the victorious helipads.