Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

Under the bright white well travelled light,
We need the comfortingly cool dark shade to hide,
Which we call umbrellas of mushroom homes,
That saves us from heat and rain storms.
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Excuses can be given for non performance,
Overly populated and opulently cultivated,
Tissue cultured has the same characters,
Grown in the sterile environmental potters.
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The government for the people,
The government by the people,
The government for us, exhausted,
Whims of fancies well corrupted.
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Churning the yogurt to separate the butter,
With hand held robe attached with a plunger,
Or hold the plunger between two palms and twist,
The affinity between water and the fat breaks,
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Wake up, kids, we are traveling back,
Please, don't remove the blankets,
Lie down comfortably and open the window,
Golden rays may try to peep and shade your lens,
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The whole world is in front,
in the pixels of the monitors,
The larger the numbers,
Clearer the prose and pictures,
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The little flowers at night,
Blinking and twinkling in delight,
A garden above our heads,
Disappears when the day awakes,
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Millions of our children naked and hungry,
Rolling on the streets to scratch the itch,
Stuffed noses and coughing throats,
Inflamed lungs, worm filled guts,
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More than hundred million of our people,
Live in luxury. The luxury you can't find in any castle,
Of a European country, as the labor law is strict there,
Here in my father's land India, abused are our workers,
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Are you too scared to open up?
Are you too timid to keep the face up?
Are you afraid of the content in the envelope?
Are you thinking of insulting the sender?
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