veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Rent Free! - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

I am not a refined human,
As I think of the demons,
of the societies that torment,
I am not a sophisticated human,
To keep my nails cleverly manicured,
To pierce the spot where it hurts the most,
I am not a cultured human,
To have my birth from the oyster shell,
Having the dirty selfishness in my soul,
I am not a civilized human,
Not to talk of the despair of the affected,
But to affect and enjoy the fruits silently,
I am not an educated human,
My eyes are not covered with blinkers as the horses,
To look in one direction of the field of graduation,
I am a skilled human and can carve your thoughts,
Removing all those dirt of mutants cells,
Can sing a song without proper tune,
From the helipad of your heart,
Can change your clime as you want,
Sometimes make you to boil from the feet,
To raise up to the mind to look for the gun,
Luckily I am not in front of you, otherwise
I could have faced multiple deaths,
In your court yard, I am near with you,
Not very far, in your thoughts,
As long as you are alive, I live in you.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

why should we let someone to stay in our mind freely? Most of the times the people in our mind play trick with us!

Comments about Rent Free! by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

  • Gold Star - 5,863 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (2/20/2013 8:15:00 PM)

    First of all this poem is not about me in particular. The people who consider themselves as well educated, sophisticated, cultured and many more, don't behave that ways most of the times, as we are self centered and looking at every issue through the selfish point of view, but those who try to bring changes in people's life are well remembered. I remember all those people who have affected me one way or another positively and negatively and they will stay with me as long as I am alive. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Www.poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 Search 2 (2/20/2013 4:20:00 AM)

    But that`s how certain relations of the right kind are retained. We cannot escape from the eventualities in the world at times as human life is a game played carefully. Your own narration of yourself is frankness revealed. However, you are also one who will allow others to remain in your mind... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013



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