We Respect Your Space..But... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

a bunch of flowers as fresh as faces
of happy human with pious hearts,
Trust me; everyone here is too pious,
as they always believe they are right

when she walked on banks of Ganges,
where beautiful flowers float,
already met fate of discourse,
Mother Ganges hug with great love

Our mountain full of herbs of many sort,
fitted with thorns of bullet a lot,
everything written on palm leaves and kept,
thieves came and took away in broad day light.

Libraries of many thousands years,
manuscript of million years of
practical knowledge and sweat,
thieves bombarded and took away in broad day light,

Eyes of telescopes and lens of microscopes,
the beautiful galaxies and designs of symmetric,
fitted around our temples; a holy place,
thieves dismantled them to keep in their museum

Believe me! what use we obtain from stolen knowledge,
claiming all ours with no shame of referential guidance,
hidden under pillows of many Nations of worth,
we can't cross void of lies littered with truth nails..