A Laborious Deep Bowl Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A deep bowl which can be filled,
But Not sufficient and has to be refilled,
Not enough it has be added and stuffed,
With ideas of ancient and modern recipes,

Before we sleep, we have to fill it,
Once we are awake, we do it again,
In between the presence of it felt,
And we are on our toes to find a spot,

May be at home or on the road side,
Before and after work, during the tryst,
Many burp: a few are overfed,
And the rest are undernourished,

To fill and refill these bowls at home,
We work; we do all cheating and theft,
Labeling ourselves as the righteous,
Not knowing of the hurt inflicted,

The need of a hand length stomach,
Has built all these wonderful super structures,
The effective carrier for us and our thoughts,
The wonderful families with daddy and mummy.

Happy Labor’s Day..