Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Why should he squeeze his brain,
during every waking minute,
to write something as the star,
assuming himself as its twinkle,
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I am not a refined human,
As I think of the demons,
of the societies that torment,
I am not a sophisticated human,
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I am fascinated with these sheep,
Those wear the uniforms of pants and caps,
Doing the repetitive work from dawn to dawn,
In the manufacturing facilities and offices,
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Reality hurts, in every soul of the men,
That belong to the Lords, reality really hurts,
When the qualified doctors work,
As the Hospital Assistants,
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Waiting is like the morning mist,
Disappears in the compassionate sun's might,
As the human desire what they want,
When they need and how they handle.
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a cup of tea at the railway,
platform stalls costs five rupees,
the same costs a few hundreds,
at the rich man's branded shops,
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Behind me there is a phantom,
munching some juicy sewing gum,
never noticed it when I was young.
Never bothered it when I was bold,
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The path you passed by,
The weeds said good bye,
You are the one, plucked,
All those on your path,
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Within my boundary,
I feel very safe;
act as the Giant;
behave as the saint;
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Whisked face gets reddened,
next day really gets darkened,
night bathed mister gets tanned,
snow rolled damsel gets sickened,
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