Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

When we look at the palms of the sculptors,
We would see the scars that had brought out the beauty,
From the raw stones or the metals,
When we look at the homes of intellectuals,
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The mother ocean is calm,
Just a few steps to dance and foam,
Always in the mood of blue,
With emeralds and corals in the stew,
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Our distant cousins are the apes,
And our future cousins are angels,
Two different species: absorbed and reflected,
The borders that we have created to separate,
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When he turns to look at her,
A pair of merciless eyes appears,
No need thousands words to convey,
The message that is hidden behind,
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Woken up from the sleep at five in the morn,
To do the meditation in the open playground,
The half slept gurus up with their sleeves,
To teach the seven years old how to concentrate,
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The cloth of our mind is tattered,
With constant beating from a master,
He has the whip to lash and splash,
Scoop full of soap of punishment to scrub,
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I was his knee high,
He didn’t see me cried,
And was busy to disperse,
The paint brushes He had,
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A mother in distress at our shores,
Keeping her pitiful haunted eyes,
On her broods, those are choked,
Speechless, but have the thumb prints,
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Waves of tsunami hit those hearts,
Raves of thoughts echo at the walls of the cave,
Ride on the rough sea with this hollow body,
Go, children you will win and we will not crumble.
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It is beyond the control of the senses,
When it starts to brew as the liquor,
Quite addictive and impulsive in gesture,
Gushing through the holes of the aperture,
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