veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Fraudulent, Ffair.. - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

This place is secured,
A few are allowed,
They come for a purpose,
Simple sharing of cooked food,
Who has stolen the master key?
To make the duplicate,
To enter when none is on guard,
The owners are not asleep,
Rolling on the thoughts of free will,
A duplicate key is used to open the chest,
Where treasures are kept, but not accounted,
The lights are off for a while,
The blackout blinded the eyes,
The winners are lost,
The losers are on the throne,
A duplicate key is used,
To steal the heart of a nation,
A duplicate key can be used,
To steal the hearts of you and I,
When our parents are tired,
Of delivering nonstop sermons,
And they need some rest,
To get back on their toes,
The neighbors are quiet,
They are not pressured with the gossips,
Let them have the news,
That you priced open my heart,
Using the duplicate boxes of keys,
That is brought into the polling stations,
After the black out of unknown earth hours,
I am still yours, you can enjoy,
And rob from my restored virgin vault,
To build the skyscrapers from the scrap metals,
To replace the brick wall with glass,
Made of broken and salted sweaty sand,
To manage the globalized citizens,
Who have the dollar and pound pensions,
They can come to your shore,
And eat your young village chicks,
That is tender to the alcohol ironed tongues,
The torque is duplicated and the teeth can bite,
We are free sovereign nations yet,
To be spoiled and polluted with chemicals,
Let us dance for a while, forgetting all troubles,
Don’t wear the skating boots,
To pierce through my heart,
While we dance in trance,
Our hands are clasped for the stolen millions,
Of celestial stars that flick in our minds,
To say the story of replication that Is duplicated.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Dedicated to the people concerned, who have abused their power and declare themselves as the winners..

Comments about Fraudulent, Ffair.. by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

  • Veteran Poet - 1,295 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (5/9/2013 8:29:00 AM)

    A very interesting poem Veeraiyah. Could this also apply to poem sites? (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ambrosia A (5/8/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    So true, well penned. I hate politics and politicians, who are spoiling the beautiful world with beautiful people (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Ambrosia A (5/8/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    So true, well penned. I hate politics and politicians, who are spoiling the beautiful world with beautiful people (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,552 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/8/2013 11:09:00 PM)

    let us dance for a while, forgetting all troubles, Life's Mantra, thanks Subbu. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 9, 2013


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