Stand Up For Our Rights!

Walking through the same street day and night,
Knowing each and every pothole that knock the toes,
Picturesque alms bowls with sticky legs and sticks,
In front of the Gods, at the sides of the roads,
At the entrance to the hospitals and the bus stations,
Calling of mother heard even in the middle of the night,
For the leftover food, skeletal system covered with skin,
Active volcanoes with analog signals of hungry waves,
Digital human in the dwelling towers, hard of hearing,
The Streets full of acceptance, curses hurled,
The town full of visual displays, powerless clowns,
The state full of innocents, innocent of knowledge,
Management, the nation full of people, disabled in thought,
Thought that unable to say what they want and need.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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