Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

High Heels On The Muddy Roads... - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Imported car, just delivered,
to the door step, but splashed,
with mud and the colors of ignorance,
of people who live in tolerance.

Take a drive on these roads,
full of pot holes and dust,
with the foul smell of decays,
worse than the shed of animals.

Having a presidential palace,
Having a palatial parliament,
Having the generous politicians,
doing nothing to this appearance.

Poor people walk day and night,
having a destination in their mind,
at least a meal for the family,
at least some peace in harmony.

Open your eyes, stupid politicians,
of all third world countries,
wake up from your self made slumber,
of having that complex attitude.

How much you earn,
How rich you are,
You, rich and powerful,
still live in awful.

breathing the dirty polluted air,
traveling on the rickety roads,
your imported cars of million dollars,
decorated with spit and mud splatter.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 10, 2012

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