Modern Third World Countries.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Everyone thinks no one can change,
the broken mindset of day's launch,
dimmed shirts, trimmed muscles,
shortening human and rising luxury,
at the brim of the growing cities,
where rich live in the new world,
carrying the brands on the shore,
of pacific and Atlantic,
western closets and the habits,
indian minds get confused for a ehile,
bells from the anklets and the music,
learning young kids, the rich live,
at the out skirts, while the poor,
stay with the rat holes in the old,
towns, perspiring under hot sun,
shivering during night while,
the crescent stays as big as it is,
on the head of the Great God head,
everyone says no one can change,
this part of the world,
not realizing, if horse manure ridden,
York of twentieth century,
has changed into New York.
wearing the light clothes,
how long will take for us,
to go for a total make over?