Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems
Money And Humanity..
Thousands of years of life,
In the small huts beside the rivers,
The rain has no power,
The wind has no power,
The sun has no power,
The flood has no power,
The drought has no power,
To destroy our bonds,
The waves from the west,
Carrying the seeds of their culture,
Spreading fast in our lands,
Let us hold our hands strong,
To weed them out to save our bonds,
Of love in our hearts,
We have survived all those calamities,
That came from the East,
Though we sacrificed a few siblings,
This wave is very strong,
Come on boys and...
Needn't See The Time! !
The pampered body you seek;
glowing as the fire of the coal,
still cold and shine as the moon,
where I keep my breath as the key,
to open and shut every cell of us,
my mind is as the sky, always clouded,
the intellect in me expires for a while,
the patted dress of mine peeled one by one.