Money Making Money! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Money Making Money!



Baby, you are soft and sleek,
Wearing cotton and linen dress,
Attiring security thread, so clear,
The soil's water mark, run over,
Who make you so authoritative?
Every human falls for your eye wink,
The colors chosen to brighten you,
Every one of you worth to be adored,
When men's sweat worth your value,
Who make you so perfect?
How many master engravers work on you,
To have the perfect portrait and border,
Are you exposed to UV lights to get burnt?
After bathing, you do go for press setting,
Everyone work on you to make your mold,
The details of dots, fine lines, design and text,
Historical images on your face,
The signature at your hips,
Tight security at your birth place,
Transferred to the destinations,
In armored vehicles,
When you go on the streets,
With the siren on and blinking,
Everyone looks at you in desperation,
The children shouts, ‘Money, Money', .

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 02 August 2012

aamit! who bothers about color! Those who have the mindset of certain cultural fluid, may assume themselves as great and The greatness should not be self proclaimed. I tell you a secret, we put neem oil on our girls' hair to keep away from the jerks.

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Allemagne Roßmann 02 August 2012

Exposing to UV lights is a good woven thought here.Most Tamil women are black.A few white who claim themselves pigeons tailing up at the mercy of their Aryan genes from northern and eastern india are likely to be the cats on armored vehicles.Well i do not look such subhumans in desperation even when i drive Harley Davidson on Chennais streets or that of Malaysia a country which stands tall due to muslims contributing 40-60% to state economy.Rest could well be businesses in tamarinds and curds.

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