veeraiyah subbulakshmi

The Expatriated... - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Waves of tsunami hit those hearts,
Raves of thoughts echo at the walls of the cave,
Ride on the rough sea with this hollow body,
Go, children you will win and we will not crumble.

Every sun with the fierce hands of shine,
Every rain drop may drench your water proof coat,
Every season may arrive with different colors,
Our love for you all stays as pure and gentle as ever.

The world belongs to you, children,
We don’t want to tie you all down with our love,
Explore the stormy days and enjoy the quiet nights,
Disperse the good principles that are in store with you.

Day passes by thinking of you all, all the while,
The nights are bright, sleep distances from our file,
The ever glowing flame in your desire and sight,
On every page of your face book extremely delight.

Return to the mother land where your mother awaits,
Chanting the prayers, your father utters firm words, but acts,
Return to the holy land where your siblings are clueless on the streets,
Stay safe away from the evils; we will shine shedding all our ignorance.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 5, 2014

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