Our Needs.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The farmland once we have had,
Bloomed and fruited as was coded,
The farmland that we try to cultivate,
With pesticide and fertilizer toast,

Lost all luster to attract the underworld,
While the men grilling through the upper world,
Many hearts are drowned in the aqueous world,
Going back to the nature bring back the healthy world.

The designer food on the clothed and painted table,
Lure our mind to seek these crunchy and juicy fade,
Ballooned are our parts wherever we try to hold,
The life we need is lighted up with group of eight.