Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

521. The Needs Of A Needy 3/1/2014
522. Water Rationing... 3/1/2014
523. It's Very Hot 3/1/2014
524. Indian Jasmines.. 3/7/2014
525. Your Muse.. 3/6/2014
526. Perception... 3/6/2014
527. You And I Are The Pawns.. 3/6/2014
528. Then And Now.. 3/6/2014
529. Long Way To Go... 3/8/2014
530. Our Happiness Is Within Us.. 3/11/2014
531. I Am Very Fearful! ! ! 3/10/2014
532. What Has Done It? 3/12/2014
533. Come Back, Bird! Mh 370 3/14/2014
534. The Sun And The Haze.. 3/13/2014
535. No One Has Time.. 3/10/2014
536. No Protest For This Shock.. 3/11/2014
537. When We Sleep.. 3/15/2014
538. Repossess What Is Ours 3/15/2014
539. The Bachelors Of Life.. 3/24/2014
540. The Ever Living Human 3/25/2014
541. Market Dilemma.. 3/26/2014
542. The Hunger Game.. 9/14/2014
543. Just Orientation..Many Can Be Straightened.. 9/21/2014
544. The Toothless Tiger Dynasties 9/21/2014
545. Good Luck.. 8/28/2014
546. What's Up, Dude... 8/29/2014
547. We Are The Gods To Deliver The Child.. 9/28/2014
548. Emerge.. 9/30/2014
549. The Birth Of Cynics.. 10/2/2014
550. The Gender Of The Souls.. 10/10/2014
551. Our Needs... 10/13/2014
552. The Glass Foyer.. 10/17/2014
553. A Dramatic Lover.. 10/31/2014
554. Enzymes To Digest The Sorrows... 11/4/2014
555. Childhood In The Boarding School.. 11/4/2014
556. Knowledge And Information Are Currencies.. 11/7/2014
557. They Dream! ! ! ! 11/14/2014
558. The Nature 11/14/2014
559. Let Us Teach Them... 11/17/2014
560. Money 11/18/2014

Comments about Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (4/12/2012 9:27:00 AM)

    A heroic tale of escape of a dauntless soul (from the burning jungles of Africa?) is delineated in brave new words. The soul flies away with great awareness. Your heart rejuvenates after every heart breaking incident.
    That is why your comments are roars of an emancipated soul of a wounded lion.

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  • Jose Guevara (3/21/2012 6:54:00 PM)

    I just read the first eleven poems. i like their heaviness, their earthy tones. I like how they shed light over scenes not yet familiar to me, though I've seen these scenes' equivalents. I look forward to reading the rest of the poems. They are similar to the my writings. Thanks for the invitation.

  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (3/9/2012 12:37:00 AM)

    In every one of your poems, you convey an important message to the society in a humorous way.

  • Pragnesh Kanabar (3/7/2012 3:51:00 AM)

    Great thought and persuades the reader to take the initiative.... I see lots of similarities in our thoughts mam...

  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (1/1/2012 7:29:00 AM)

    The poor are docile to suffer in silence in a democracy. The religious and caste majority dictates and at times unlawful in democracy. The minority has no strength to stand up and fight.Democracy is unsuiatable for a caste or religion based society. The voice of this poet is the voice of the poor. Each of her poem vouchsafes this fact.
    The plight of the poor is explained in rhyming lines. Hats off!

  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (1/1/2012 7:09:00 AM)

    Having garbage collected in our body and soul, we are remnants of waste.Every stanza gives new images and ideas. The first two lines in the second stanza depict clearly the rational thoughts of the poetess.
    Very good poem indeed!

  • Rajendran Muthiah Rajendran Muthiah (1/1/2012 6:57:00 AM)

    We should be thrifty to give what we can to the homeless. This truth is brought out in a nice way. The social consciousness of the poetess is
    beautifully delineated. The cars that carry none too disturb the sleep of the homeless. Wonderful poem on this title.

Best Poem of Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The Books

These people seem to be like the books,
scattered all around in different cues,
Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,

Read the full of The Books

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,

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