veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The Sages Told A Few Thousand Years Ago - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

We try to wash our dirtied,
Rugged clothes in the mud,
Water from the river and the tap,
As the wise old poetess once told,
Even if it is a rug, wash and wear,
Even if it is porridge, bathe and drink,
Two thousand years have passed in silent pause,
We are on the same river banks of doubts,
Our faces are enlightened with grace,
Where our genetic codes are mutated,
Across the oceans the tsunami is gaining,
The momentum, in our place we are dreaming,
Of afternoon's nap after a heavy meal,
The parents are wearing the shoes of kids,
As the competition is too tough on the home ground,
But none aim the podium where our anthem is sung,
The kids have lost their childhood to be matured,
In chanting of mantras of culture beyond their age,
Generation after generation we are doing this,
After all we behave as kids when we are old,
Refusing the food from the relatives and friends,
And a few still cook with their frail hands,
The pride is their only ornament,
Where luxury has no place and,
Is not welcome to be the part of the household,
All of a sudden the lightening stuck,
From the west living on borrowed papers,
This culture is imitable and enjoyable, but the paupers,
Of economy dislike the wealth as it brings the wrath,
A few thousand years ago our sages told.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013


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