Biography of Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems
Money And Humanity..
Thousands of years of life, In the small huts beside the rivers, The rain has no power, The wind has no power,
These people seem to be like the books, scattered all around in different cues, Shelves of books with variant topics: Medicine, Engineering and comics,
We Have Everything In India
An old civilized land on earth, Has all climates on its path, A hot summer at one part, Flood on the other part,
The Story Of A River!
That empty river was filled with water, Running water never stagnant to collect litter, Clean and clear to see the treasures stored, Heavy pebbles, the quick fish on the soften rocks,
We are the kids in the playground of plastic man, Swing sets, sand pits, climbing ladders, down, Sliding frames, see saw and the hide and seek, The life and the play ground are alike.
The House Of Joy!
The house full of just played toys, , Just fed bowls, just torn papers, Newly added drawing to the walls, What a pleasure to the eyes and souls,
Bold And Beautiful!
Are you the one, my dear, Gone for the plastic shears, Wearing the cream of shrouds, Hiding all flip and flop threads,
Our Scream For Nothing
Set the stage for us to dance, The backdrops are real, but gone, With winking of our long frown, The changes are imminent and flown,
I Am Being Watched..
Wherever I go, I am watched, even to the loo, I am watched, While driving the car, crossing the signals,
The River Of Words..
When the river of words, flow from the mountain, Or the hill top source, where the fertile trees bloom,
Are We Mute To Say No To War?
Wake up from the slumber, The people in the lumber, Nations with scramblers, Nations with simple tumblers.
Baby Dumping In The World!
Mutated flowers and fruits dropp as snowflakes, Born mutated human suffer and seek to be concerned, The grain that implanted in the womb sucked, The fetus formed out of wedlock washed out,
Why Do Mosquitoes Spread Dengue Fever?
Why do you sing and wing at me? Why do you hiss and wish at me? Why do you come out late in the evening? Why do you make me sick in the morning?
A Snail In The Rain!
The loads of betrayal dwell in the hearts, It's so heavy even to lift the head, The councilors ask me to fly high in the sky, As the dove of a soul released from the body,
When I Fail To See
When I fail to SEE the suffering of people,
Do not call me a visually impaired,
But call me a blind.
When I ignore the agony of hard labor,
Do not call me a physically handicapped,
But call me a crippled.
When I am inaudible to the cries of help,