Our Unique Way Of Living. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A guy took a comb from the pocket,
of the on coming guy, combed his hair,
and put it back into the owner's pocket.

A flicking of second, a friendly action
was staged and I was shocked

when a guy reads a news paper,
Wide open paper is shared by five.

People who have very little, are happy,
smile a lot and share jokes and toffee,


Sharing of bicycle, bikes and cars,
sharing of views and ideas,
caring of children of neighbors,
Extending free help during
the time of happy and sad moments,
maintaining the personal space,
in crowded festivals and cramped houses,
I can even proudly write,
that the most number of virgins in the world,
are living here, in this region.

Our guys are the reason,
as our father, husband and son.
You are all our pillars of hope,
and we will not put you all in slope.