The News.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The News..



When I walked alone on the border of paddy field,
Which the family owned for many decades,
Touched the spiky young stalks with love,
The water snails loved me hugging my young feet,

The thorny Neem trees the traitors planted,
Across my breezy villages with evil thought,
Pierced my young hands with a vengeance,
The pond lilies have renamed themselves as Daisies.

The migrating birds waited near our doors,
All those standing outside, call our attention are beggars,
We have the spacious verandah, that was filled with grains,
Now empty, as those genes are embedded with greedy wings.

The dried wells are overflowing with released emotions,
Brought from the distant land with young fries of toads,
And fish, let them grow on our once fertile land, now awake,
The bells of the Temples echo to commune the good news.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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