veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Laborers are laborers everywhere..


If I have no fear of mortgage,
I can keep my head high,
To ask these oppressors a few,
Worthy questions to seek,
The answer for which they,
Know the reference pages,
But they slave me in numbers,
I am suppressed to address,
The dreams of few, my mind,
Is calm as the cold stew,
Traveling through the tubes,
The poor rats are out of sight,
The roads are for the rich,
The sky is for them to reach,
We tunnel day and night,
In the same circle and colored rounds,
The spines are bent,
Hands are shaken,
The will is broken,
We are the democrats,
We are equal,
The curtains are not drawn,
Fear is instilled,
Knowledge is imported,
The profit is needed,
The land is leased,
In the globalized village,
Money can make money,
Through the labor of you and me.

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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  • Freshman - 2,025 Points Savita Tyagi (4/9/2013 5:38:00 PM)

    A dose of reality delivered beautifully. A wonderful read. In one way or other we all are laborer. You certainly can take delight and be proud of your labor. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,025 Points Savita Tyagi (4/9/2013 5:37:00 PM)

    A dose of reality delivered beautifully. A wonderful read. In one way or other we all are laborer. You certainly can take delight and be proud of your labor. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 14 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (4/5/2013 3:05:00 AM)

    Oh! What a wonderful write V.S.! I was lost in your impeccable poem and the last line crowns it all! REALLY HOW TRUE! (Report) Reply

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