If We Can See Through The Dark

Stretch on the bed and lie on the side,
Curtains drawn and lights off,
Can see the illuminating switches,
red, yellow and green tinted,
remotes have eyes and easy to pick up,
the hands of clock can be seen,
the gap between the railings,
the light tries to escape,
down under the sliding door,
the naughty rays peep at me.
I am not in pitch dark,
still I can see the objects,
near and around me,
but when you stand under,
bright day light,
I can not see what you think,
How you manipulate,
How your forked tongue, '
speak different languages,
to different people
at different places.
Keeping venom at heart,
speak as a saint.
Mocking at our poverty,
you cherish at our generosity.
Men come and women go,
Woman come and man go,
What a spectacular political play,
No director and script needed,
perfectly staged in every other country.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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