Not Too Positive! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

They fiddle with the keys of the hand phone,
Sending the messages to people unknown,
Glasses of beer in front and a stick of cigar in hand,
Gazing look at a distant, searching of nothing in fact,
Their kind of human gather, seek fun in talking,
Pretend to forget all woes that troubling,
They have given up the families not to be the saints,
But to be free as birds with no ‘yes human' badge of rings,
Lonely human are there everywhere on the streets,
After dark, searching the light they lost in haste,
Loneliness weaken the hearts, minds and limps,
Losing chastity is the work of the bandits,
As they touch what that not belong to their bags,
Always on the lookout, fear and in doubts,
When the victims would forget what they have lost,
The predators would remember what they had snatched.
Everyone claim to be the victims in the lonely world,
They are assertive and supportive of what they do,
Life may be bliss, when they can mix and walk,
Once fallen, sadly they would have none to love and care.