veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Intersex. - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Not staying here idle,
You are there to fiddle,
Walking through the street,
Of mud laden silvery pots,
The smell of jasmine and roses,
Mix together to be the aspirants,
The skyscrapers at this site,
Once termites were alive,
Munching of dead to be the compost,
The lightening streaks of brownish,
Lines on the walls and in between the shelves,
The dangerous liquid is sprayed with a hope,
To eliminate the natural creatures
the contaminants in the waterways,
filled with pregnant horse hormons,
help the female human not to be pregnant,
The new creatures are born in the houses,
Carrying the chromosome not of xx and xy,
Mixed, matched to show the effects,
Of the chemicals on the innocent species,
Everywhere on the earth planet,
Genetic mutation is on the rise.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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