Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The Old Memory.. - Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When I see through the window,
There are no birds around,
A few with the tinge of yellow,
Blue, green, white and black,
Where they have gone,
From this prosperous valley,
Once carefully surrounded by the trees,
Now the wounded hills and the sky scrapers,
Just outside my former abode,
The cold mist is replaced with rustic people,
The place has changed and gained the value,
All my favorite trees and birds are gone,
Though I observe through this window,
All day long, the melody from the jungle paradise,
Gone somewhere, not to the distant land,
But to be obsolete, in concreted forest,
Everything and everyone has become obsolete,
Can be used for a while, then to be discarded..

Comments about The Old Memory.. by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/5/2013 6:13:00 AM)

    Man is encroaching into nature
    Without consideration of the future
    How long can we sustain
    If man shows this disdain.
    Poet, you delivered a beautiful poem with a message for all future. Thank you.
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/1/2013 9:45:00 AM)

    Very important matter or issue Veeraiyah has put in front of us modernity and development destroyed the jungle and artificiality has taken place she talked about the concrete true no tree no grass and also the rain water drained out where as earth should soak also the habitants bird reptile and many other made homeless or killed..thank you ma'am (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (10/1/2013 9:40:00 AM)

    everything everyone - obsolete, I like it.
    Please read my pom 'Family members'and vote.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 1, 2013

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