No More Fantasies, Face The Reality... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The falling sound of coins in the casinos gone,
The changing notes between the hands seen,
The thirst in the slit to gulp the plastic cards,
When machines disperse, man has lost the grip,

No one can sleep soundly on the bed of quiet volcano,
No one can shake their legs to the tunes of the earthquake,
No one can dance to the rhythm of trees in the storm,
No one can ever differentiate without any tests done,

When I was given ten apples worth of a dollar, I blew these big,
And sold those for ten bugs to ten different aspirants,
They worked day and night to inject all their sweat,
Each slightly bitten apple is now hundred dollars worth,

Every innocent is happy and in a very jolly mood,
Each innocent here is going for a good sale with a discount,
Each innocent here not aware, licking their lips,
The Steam not from the stew, but from the boilng dreams.