Your Family Is Your Responsibility. Be Responsible!
Our village roads are not tarred and concreted,
Red soiled paths leveled and polished by our foot prints,
Our Highways are better, but built by the foreigners,
The town roads are the worst with potholes and hanging wires,
Someone dig the roads for something and leave it,
The people of India walk on the roads as it is,
The way to live the life, in the pitiful style and manner,
Everyone speaks, everyone knows, but no one bothers,
Summer is the time for the nuclear plant of universe to scotch,
At the people of India, who live in huts and slums,
Less than eight feet high to keep the house cool,
Dried Thatched roof allow the rain and light,
People gather the disposed plastics to seal and hide,
Persistent sun rays pierce through the plastic sheets,
Life is not tough for the people who have these abode,
As they have no time to think and cry of their grief,
When the tough life is the real life for them and many,
Tougher they are, to face the challenging destiny,
People on the roads, sea of heads walk with a purpose,
I do not know what that purpose is, but everyone busy,
India is one of the countries, where people struggle to survive,
Not the survival properly planned and implemented,
IT and computers have changed our landscape,
High rises are seen here and there in Metro and Cosmo,
Prices of the land escalated as high as Everest,
We have joined the elite group of nuclear war fare,
But Indians, who work in India, can't own a residence,
Scarcity of water, electricity and stress, is abundant,
No one force us to follow, but the rituals are followed,
With utter obedience and our strength gets strengthened.
Our Men love their female folks and our women too,
Squabble may occur in a relationship, but not in our family unit,
The parents of India strive hard to keep this unit unbroken,
Our children grow to mature to follow the same unshaken.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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