Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

When the uniform is worn,
Be proud to be the servants,
Of ordinary people on the run,
You are the pillars of administration,
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Under the bright white well travelled light,
We need the comfortingly cool dark shade to hide,
Which we call umbrellas of mushroom homes,
That saves us from heat and rain storms.
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When they put the thilak on your foreheads,
They hoped that you would return intact,
But you stayed back wherever you went,
Picking up the concubines of native tribes.
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The government for the people,
The government by the people,
The government for us, exhausted,
Whims of fancies well corrupted.
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Glory to the stubbornly intelligent muse,
Frozen and sculptured as the pole less nose,
Spread over the sturdy barren and forest bosoms,
Stranded around in every selfish nation,
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They are inseparable, the moment he reclines,
Not only on the bed, also on the couch and seating,
Not only in the middle of the dark nights,
Where the star attached to the sky prop,
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Just imagine that earth is the size of a pinhead,
The universe may be the size of the earth.
when The universe is the size of the earth.
that earth may be the size of a pinhead,
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The little flowers at night,
Blinking and twinkling in delight,
A garden above our heads,
Disappears when the day awakes,
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Millions of our children naked and hungry,
Rolling on the streets to scratch the itch,
Stuffed noses and coughing throats,
Inflamed lungs, worm filled guts,
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Are you too scared to open up?
Are you too timid to keep the face up?
Are you afraid of the content in the envelope?
Are you thinking of insulting the sender?
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