Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

For the fear of getting caught and disturbed,
I hide my tears from the eagle eyed.

If the wounds in my heart can be displayed,
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When you were high, occupying the throne,
I was down, looking at you with a kind of emotion,
Sitting on the rickety chair, you had started to blabber,
As the drunkard after the celebration of stupor.
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The young chap with a tender heart,
Driven in the instant instinct to meet,
His future sweetheart, so charming and cute,
He was just twenty four and she fourteen.
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People! Be bold and don't be scared,
Speaking a foreign language with your own flair,
Don't be frightened of these people,
They are neither multilingual nor intellectuals.
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We want the truth,
Whoever may find it,
The spy satellite worked,
The ping from the engine,
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From a well kept house people have left,
Strewing toys and the clothes as the untidy cleft,
A small cage in the balcony, gone is the cat,
From the colorful walls, their memories are removed,
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Has the train returned?
Carrying all their rusty dreams,
Gasping for air,
Wheezing for life,
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The dirt in my heart can’t be wiped with,
Worn out rugs those kept at the door step,
The dirt in my heart can’t be cleansed with,
Quick chemicals those have the active tongues,
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What a descent people we are!
Standing in the lines, queuing up for turns,
Our gestures are polite and our clothes are clean,
We have the associations to voice our concerns,
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What do you think in your silent world?
Sharing and caring has the powerful stamps
The numbers are written in multiples of zero,
The eyes are not met not to spill secrets of sorrows,
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