A Tribute To A Man Made Of Flesh And Blood. Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

I do not have tools and equipment to measure stones and store
Nor do I speak to bags of sand and mixture of cement
If I speak to them, sure they would laugh at me like you.

The ground your feet tread is yours
And I see thereunder
The beautiful waterfall
And up above, the never ending universe
With stars and moons not belonged to anyone.
The space in a space within

The concrete structure with iron bars and poles
Are nothing to me.
The dust, powder and trashes of soil, sand and earth
Depositing on the heads of workmen
And on the grasses lying crying
Under the concrete structures
And noises of the machineries, are painful to me.

You may laugh at me if you need
I do not mind.
Yet your head with the grey hair
Is always something great to me I find
Because, I do not image anybody
How is he or she gets rid of his or her waste matter.
In the toilets.