Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Why the old trees are felled,
To be the stock in the furniture mart,
When the stout stem is sliced,
Piece by piece to see the worth,
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Not worn for many years,
Suddenly grown over sized,
The sleeves are hung from,
The shoulders, the junction,
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The rays of light carry the load,
To fall on our lens, protected with lids,
Thousands of living and non living,
Tasted the texture of fine linen,
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The castle is built, slowly with the moments,
The foundation is deep, erected in the heart,
Year after year a floor, rising up to the air,
Rooms are a lot, furnished with souvenirs,
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What is your worth?
Is it as good as diamonds?
Cut and polished,
To have been displayed,
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Yesterday had gone quiet,
Tomorrow will arrive at our feet,
I don’t bother about the yesterdays,
I won’t bother about the tomorrows,
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When you walk on the red carpet with shoes laced with corrupt cattle dung,
When you stand near the podium with forgotten script and in cloudy mind,
When you promised to be the leader with unfulfilled plans,
Before you realize, the same people who loved you, will ridicule you.
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What is the use of having too much freedom,
When one fourth of you can't survive without a job,
After fourteen days in the western countries?
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The warmness spread through the thoughtless mind,
To make the fist size machine not to pound,
The rhythm of music in the closet of the chest,
The tip toe dance of the victorious trend,
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The sacrifices that you have made,
Never going to be the waste,
Not to be forgotten, but to be honored,
Sooner or later in your life,
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