Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The Voice of the mind speaks,
What it sees, feels and hears,
The voice unheard to the outsiders,
But very audible to the owners,
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No one has taught us how to relax,
Since the time immemorial that persists,
In our minds and our bodies to abide,
The rules of common man always dictate,
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The laps of these two mothers are warm,
To cuddle and squeeze to keep in their palms,
If warmth is the temperature of love,
Then they have the love in their burning stove,
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You are too pampered,
Always want to be patted,
Rubbing of your thinking head,
Make you to feel sedated,
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Be composed; don’t take the next flight,
When you are toasted under the hot sun,
Left with cloudy water and surrounded by the flies,
When your leather shoes are smeared with dirt,
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Let us see how civilized these people would be,
When they are left with a week long power cut,
Not running water taps, credit cards repossessed,
The next destination not known and confused.
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The well travelled path,
Is full of smoke and booze,
Weeds are crushed,
Mild cough is formed,
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Are you one of the four wives,
Visited by your husband every four days,
Wake up, woman, fight for your rights,
You don’t have to wait for a womanizer to arrive,
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The stagnant summer ponds,
Wear the emerald diaper sands,
In colloidal water, the slithering serpents,
Can't sweat to dissipate the heat,
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When I go back home at eight of clock news,
The diaper less infants sleep on the breasts,
I am shocked and dumbfounded with our views,
Millions of our brothers and sisters on the streets,
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