Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

One Fine Morning! - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The splattering of water,
Wake me up from slumber,
The sun is as lazy as the tenants,
Rises late after seven in the morn,
The crying of three years old,
They are ready to go to preschool,
Uniformed youngsters on the roads,
Carrying the lunch box in the hands,
Walking and cycling to attend the assembly,
Buses filled with colorful college girls,
The young men with fresh face and books,
The nocturnal middle aged workers,
Get ready to go to office to rest and gossip,
Servants are everywhere to serve another Indian,
A few as cooks, a few as cleaners,
A few fetch water from municipal pumps,
The retired and the never worked, but retired,
Human read the daily newspaper,
In the halls, stalls and Hotels,
Cows are brought to home to milk,
The bulls drag the cart with bricks,
The hungry bitches whelp in the middle,
The goats and their kids walk freely,
With their cousins cows and calves,
A holy land of mine still holy at its heart,
We may look poor, but we have our duties.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Indian call the restaurants as Hotels. Thank you spiritual seeker for the inspiration!

Comments about One Fine Morning! by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Malaya Roses (2/7/2013 5:01:00 PM)

    Human and man with their importance and it cannot be justified by monetary meter.... Excellent write my friend. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/7/2013 9:20:00 AM)

    Such beautiful description of a beautiful country with beautiful people....everyday has been an enriching experience...spiritually. A great 10. (Report) Reply

  • Mark Dillon (2/7/2013 6:43:00 AM)

    What a lovely painting, full of life and colour, tyfs (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2013

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