Life.The Confused Rural Indians... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Life.The Confused Rural Indians...



Only a few stunning white horses left in my town,
Shockingly lean with the royal mane, tamed,
The cotton candy pink color feathers of chicken,
Once rested on the head, they are ready for the stroll,

Men are here and women are there, partitions separate,
The sword yielding protecting Gods at the entrance,
The terracotta horses there, hundreds of years old,
The field nearby have given birth paddy many fold,

Gentle breeze grazes the coconut’s young blooms,
The hectic butterflies hum and steal to loom,
Hornets are there, but stay away from the predators,
The young man about to get married, tagged,

Tagged with yellow strings not let to go out,
From the house, from the village and the town,
The white horse from the descendant of an Arab,
Gets groomed to earn a living for its owner,

Hand loom saris and the dhotis have the stories,
Unpolished earthen wares collect their tears,
Most philosophies been confused and deported,
The young brides with alcoholic fathers have the dreams..

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