Comments about Sakkthi Subramaniyam
Land of Mystic Pains
Unsupported and unheard goes all cries.
Torment heart ebbing from mystic pains,
From dawn to dusk: fight for survival,
Only a body of flesh without soul-
Surrounded by smoke and fire
Whispers succumb to perils of power.
Power of guns and throttles of death-
Men, women and Children of heaven,