Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Red, white, pink and colorful roses,
White jasmine and Gardenia,
Wild white orchids,
Early morning balsams,
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Smile at me, when I return from work
Don't smell at me and turn in sulk
I may build the wall out of brick,
I may fix the pipe as a trick,
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Our village roads are not tarred and concreted,
Red soiled paths leveled and polished by our foot prints,
Our Highways are better, but built by the foreigners,
The town roads are the worst with potholes and hanging wires,
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The generations of celluloid kids,
And Black and white hippy brats,
Produced multi color monitor tots,
Who in turn give birth to laptop lads,
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Thousands of years I roam around these regions,
Where I no more find my darling pigeons,
I stand here at half past three at night,
Behind me is the esplanade empty in delight,
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When I met her for the first time when I was young,
She was a cute little young woman, who cared,
She was a daughter in law of the house that could hold,
A dozen people of all ages, who were too bold,
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Everyone we know, has that spark to light up,
The cold hearts of human to thaw and blaze up,
To radiate the warmth of love to their neighbors,
To spread the message of kindness that allures,
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Have you seen me slouch on the pavements,
With donated imported blanket?
loyal Companion dogs not covered,
I am flawlessly groomed and shunned.
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The green velvety grass land,
Sway back and forth with band,
I am a seed with the woody gene,
Dispersed in various meadows of greens,
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Buddha was a human and a Hindu,
And he worshiped the Hindu Gods,
Instead of worshiping Hindu Gods,
Why do people worship Buddha?
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