Category: Poetry
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How dare you do this to us?
This is a poem dedicated to the Tamilnadu Chief Minister; for imposing a total lockdown from June 19 to 30 in Chennai and 3 other districts. Here is the content: How dare you? How dare you do this to us? Do you have any idea What we are going through? Every hour, every day Every…
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Twenty days of hell
Another poem to vent my feelings during the long lockdown imposed by the Indian government to combat the Corona virus pandemic; there are Dracula and Harry Potter references. Here is the content: Twenty days of hell Twenty days of darkness Twenty days of despair Twenty days of enslavement Twenty days of torture Locked inside my…
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Inhuman Lockdown
This poem is a helpless rant against the draconian 21-day lockdown imposed by the Indian government; supposedly to fight the global epidemic – the novel Corona virus. Here is the content: Lub Dub, Lub Dub, Lub Dub Every week, every day Every hour, every minute My heart beats madly The beats growing louder Till they…
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The day will soon arrive
This is a rant againt my best friend’s boss. Here is the content of the poem: Who do you think you are? Queen Elizabeth? You may think you know everything You may think you are the best boss You may think you are a strong woman You may think you are always right You may…
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I am a Tam Brahm
Footnote: This poem can’t be called an entirely original work. I owe a lot of the ideas (and certain facts) to the various people in India who have been at the fore of the anti-caste movement – great historical leaders like Dr. Babasaheb Ambedkar and Thanthai Periyar; as well as contemporary anti-caste movements – comprising…
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To a smoker I meet everyday
Every day you smoke that cigarette of yours Leaving the air around you full of toxic fumes Which coil into a gigantic serpent That turns its baleful eyes on my helpless form And slowly, but surely, slithers towards me Hissing evilly as it prepares to send me to my maker Before rearing sharply, and plunging…
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Something has to give
Something has to give After hours of frustration Hours of thankless toil Where are the fruits? Trust and rapport built Through days of understanding Days of convincing Evaporate at the eleventh hour Causing me to tear my hair out And start all over again But are my efforts recognized? Do all those hours count?…