Naturalized Straws.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The heat from the freshly baked oven,
Slightly radiate on the subtle skin,
Of the perfectly manicured hands,
We all say, the heat is the pain.

This part of the world, where the sun likes the most,
Licks our body with his scorching tongue,
Throughout the day and even at midnight,
Not to say it is pain, it is the life endured.

Looking for water like the animals in the jungle,
Travel many miles to get clean water, tingle,
Is our body and mind to get a pot of water,
Just To carry on the head, hip and shoulder.

Billions of men and women waste their prime,
Collecting woods and water to pass their time,
Millions of men and women may live in comfort,
Worried are they, with uncomfortable duties of the day.

Eagles and Ravens live on scavenging with futuristic vision,
They can be found near the precious waste, soon to be retrieved,
When the inability of someone is considered as the opportunities,
We spread the roots to suck their fluid through 'naturalized straws',
Then To call ourselves as policemrn and champions of the world.