Whoever It May Concern - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
We have lost our hierarchical way to wander,
Stoned with cultural pebbles to surrender,
Amnesia from academic at twenties to garner,
One, two, three and many hearts to rear,
Rolling of the years as the winking of the eyes,
Staying head high with acquiring knowledge as the joy,
Stagnant stones covered with algae may putrefy,
Thousands of gentle hearts penetrate to glorify.
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