Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The sky is full of scattered lights,
Sprayed with dusty twinkling stars,
Seems to have never been wiped in years,
Constant cyclic and elliptical drones.
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Men are obese,
Women are obese,
Children are obese,
The hospitals are being built.
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Imported car, just delivered,
to the door step, but splashed,
with mud and the colors of ignorance,
of people who live in tolerance.
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Dusty roads are many, where gutsy people walk,
Muddy paths are countless, where trusting lives live,
On the embankments of river, ravine and monsoon canals,
Millions of babies formed, born, grown and give birth,
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Behind the wheel, you have to be safe,
Not intoxicated with vagrant laugh,
Fiddling with the phone to sms on the run,
picking up the things while holding the steering,
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The butterfly I have released to fly,
Soared the great height with little shy,
Shifted its colors with the touch of light,
Changed its pattern with shades of objects,
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Human have become murderers,
by killing their own fetus,
in modern theaters,
with the assistance of,
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If I am pushed down,
I will catch a cliff,
and climb up.
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The pressure of work, projects and,
Urgently targeted unfinished assignments,
Vanished as dews, when get a call for outing,
Is the pressure due to things that we love and detest?
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Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
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