The Changing World.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When I feed you the words,
Those are finely pulverized with experience,
You make a long sermon,
Pinching and spanking my back,
The life is not easy to pass through,
When the birds are hatched in the cosmopolitan suburb,
The life looks like in the lighted house,
Where the tall trees are dwarfed,
To keep to the affordability of the mean and miserly,
The art of growing of plants in hydro phonic,
Netted sheds, where the birds have no place to visit,
The nuts are transferred to the skull,
When the parental gene are defective,
Transmitters are on the loose in the shrunken inmates,
Fruits of labor have the value,
That can’t be touched by the poor birds,
The fleets of flights have left the vicinity,
Leaving the urban addicted few,
The buildings are fixed with nails and chemicals,
To chase away the birds those need some rest,
The crows are there in the dumpster site,
Scavenging the left over from the fast food outlets,
Human stand among them to pick up the things to recycle,
Pigeons walk on the roads in front of the Museums and Houses of Gods,
I feed them the grains of corn and wheat,
But I feed you with words laced with love.
So don’t confuse yourselves with words of hate.