Peaceful Sleep Is The Meditation... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Woken up from the sleep at five in the morn,
To do the meditation in the open playground,
The half slept gurus up with their sleeves,
To teach the seven years old how to concentrate,

Saddled with a degree and nowhere to get employed,
Sitting on the sands of beautiful beach of vagrants,
Looking at the sunrise for the energy to forget the troubles,
Deep in concentration, still not achieved the state of a recluse,

Lego blocks were bought to build the high rise in our neighborhood,
The necks are tied with the colorful ribbons, patterned and branded,
The shoes made from the hide of poverty stricken overworking cattle,
Meditation has been the goal, not yet reached, the pretending piety.

Roaming on the streets, holding the bowls for pilgrimage,
Collecting all those donated willingly, but with the rightful force,
To knock every head that extends its feeble hand to hug,
how to meditate is not a deal, but we do it during our sleep.