Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Be Thrifty.. - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

when we look for our next dozen sweaters,
there are thousands have no even one.
wrap themselves in rags that are dirty,
lie on the sides hearing heavy sounds.

The trucks that carry tons,
The cars that carry none,
The rickshaws that carry nine,
never disturb the slumber they are in.

When the mid night parties irritate us,
When the crying of babies tortures us,
When the noise from neighbors threaten us,
How these people can sleep in noise?

a vagrant in Glasgow is no different
from a homeless in Edinburgh,
As these two are not at all
worse than homeless in India.

When the formers have dogs as pets.
the latter live with animals.
Bulls, cows, cats, dogs and reptiles underneath,
The life goes on for millions.

Comments about Be Thrifty.. by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Babatunde Aremu (7/19/2012 2:45:00 PM)

    Thank you for this wonderful poem. Nonchalant posture to the downtrodden is the evil human being is facing. That's while I wrote: I want Be A Lifeline. Pls read it (Report) Reply

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  • (6/4/2012 10:29:00 PM)

    Leaves my heart heavy that some only know of life's grave misfortune. Your poem, well laid out, leaves me with deep thoughts. (Report) Reply

  • (1/10/2012 12:19:00 AM)

    We may like it or not, the haves and the have nots is an universal phenomenon. It may be because of the 6 inherent enemies viz greed, anger, lust etel gifted to us by the almighty and because of it there is no equitable distribution of prosperity etc. You have adroitly caught the follow-up scenario. A meaningful poem. Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (1/6/2012 2:33:00 AM)

    this is really a good poem...i like it....i am waiting for more...please read my new poem..'how did they dare to kill.......? ' (Report) Reply

  • Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (1/5/2012 5:38:00 AM)

    i value the sentiments burried in the poem (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2012 6:09:00 AM)

    Kee Thampi, Meaningful thought.. Thank you.. (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2012 3:44:00 AM)

    When the mid night parties irritate us,
    (When rich with hot parties...)
    When the crying of babies tortures us,
    (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2012 3:42:00 AM)

    A good poem, a really good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 1, 2012

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