Four Colours Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

It is Brhmin
Who cracks his head
To seek knowledge
And sits supreme.
Fully secure.

It is Kshatrya
Who whips his ego
To seek power
And sits on the throne.
Fully in pride.

It is Vysya
Who stirs his desire
To seek wealth
And sits on the cushion.
Fully in comfort.

It is Sudhra
Who toils his limbs
To seek perfection
And wait for recognition.
Fully in satisfaction.

We lost many strains
In the process of revolt.
17.10.99
[Indoaryans lived as four different castes over centuries till the last centurary.]