The Products Of Prosperity Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The sun and the salt on the skin,
Melody of waving rhythm to the mind,
Slipping sand under the touching feet,
Growing peace calms down the thoughts,
The distant fishermen fight for their share,
Tides of ocean have shifted to the land,
The sharks and whales have their sharp teeth,
Showing the face of human in dear mirth,
Repetitive motions are rules of the nature,
Not repeated eight hours a day all around the year,
The twitching of the face, pain in the limbs,
The product of prosperity, can be found in our homes.