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…Read more How dare you do this to us?
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…Read more Twenty days of hell
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…Read more Inhuman Lockdown
Why is verbal communication so important? Are all orators saints? Hitler was a great orator But was he a decent human being? King George VI had a speech defect But he was one of the finest rulers!! Why is verbal communication so important? Glib talkers may be blessed With a truckload of social skills But…Read more Why is verbal communication so important?
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…Read more The day will soon arrive
Disclaimer: I owe much of the content in the middle and end to J.K.Rowling; the creator of the Harry Potter series. The actual content: Every time I open my mouth I enter a whole new world A world full of uncertainty A world full of anxiety A world full of fear I hestitate to take…Read more Why I am afraid to open my mouth
I came to you for your guidance I came to you Because I thought you would understand More than others would I came to you Because I thought you were the light At the end of a long, inky black tunnel Never did I think That you would shatter my hopes so cruelly That I…Read more I came to you
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…Read more I am a Tam Brahm
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…Read more To a smoker I meet everyday
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?…Read more Something has to give