Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi


Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

1481. The Trickster.. 11/26/2013
1482. Child Of A Mother.. 9/6/2014
1483. You Can Do It.. 9/8/2014
1484. The Sea Shells 7/23/2013
1485. A Few Rotten Apples.. 6/21/2013
1486. A Fruitfly! 11/8/2012
1487. Are We Serving Others For A Living? 3/20/2012
1488. A Bow And An Arrow.. 8/24/2012
1489. Thank You, America. You Are A Fearless Tiger! ! 3/15/2012
1490. Touch Me Not! 11/1/2012
1491. The Mouse. 9/1/2012
1492. The Chanting Merman 3/26/2014
1493. Money And Humanity.. 7/7/2013
1494. Be Happy 7/1/2012
1495. Those Birds! 6/28/2013
1496. A Secret To Prosperity! 7/14/2012
1497. Baby Dumping In The World! 9/17/2012
1498. Young Mother! 7/9/2012
1499. I Am Being Watched.. 3/19/2012
1500. The Story Of An Ovum. Happy Iwd. 3/8/2012
1501. Bold And Beautiful! 1/1/2013
1502. A Snail In The Rain! 9/14/2012
1503. A Butterfly Girl! 12/20/2012
1504. The Strength 12/10/2011
1505. We Can Do It... 1/30/2013
1506. Be Thrifty.. 1/1/2012
1507. A Bag Of Air! 10/11/2012
1508. The Story Of A River! 9/6/2012
1509. The House Of Joy! 11/7/2012
1510. Eye Can'T Lie! 8/14/2012
1511. A Man On The Bridge! 8/17/2012
1512. A Child In A Man 7/16/2012
1513. The Books 5/26/2012

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.

    3 person liked.
    2 person did not like.
  • 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,
To...

Read the full of The Books

Stand Against The Evil

When the doubts are not cleared,
When the truth is not told,
When silence is kept as so dear,
Then the hatred starts to tear.

When the secrets are kept,
When the ill thoughts are nourished,
When sincerity exits out of heart,
Then the hatred begins to manifest.

[Report Error]