Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The breeze is cool and the distant quill coos,
The sultry solitude rules with blooming hues,
The rays of country's dust march through the holes,
Laden are those, who are yet to rise to bow.
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When the sun arises, after a few hours,
The year starts with the ringing of God's bells,
In the capitals of every glorious revelers,
Burn away the past obstacles in firecrackers,
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Even before the discovery of wash lets,
from the land of rising sun in the east,
Even before the invention of washrooms,
from the land of congested petty nations,
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Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
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Once upon a time, three years ago,
He was a nerd, sleeping with books,
Dancing with ideas to write the thesis,
Pumping in the lab to talk with his specimens,
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This play ground is filled with puppets,
Holding nuggets of metals in their throat,
The words can be made of the precious metals,
To make worthy of the spoken and the heard,
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The moon hides her face with the cloud,
When I come nearer to you with love,
Just to avoid and to put me in despair,
The sun removes the veils of the shroud,
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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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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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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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