You are my dream, I am not lame, <br />Strutted thousands of cloudy days, <br />On the same spot in the same lane, <br />They have marched fast in jet planes, <br />I am not alone, there are few billions, <br />Thinking they are moving in vain, <br />They have gained the pain in the spine, <br />Don't crouch, women, expose to morning shine, <br />Shine and shower of knowledge that rain, <br />In the empty vessels of big mouth giants, <br />They have the pot belly to make you the grains, <br />Don't end as the sacrificial labor line, <br />You can grow to be the plants to fruition, <br />You can plough the lands with your root intrusion, <br />We are not lame to strut on the same lane, <br />Look at the Sun, it can send the radiation, <br />Just in eight minutes to the sleeping, <br />To wake up, to make the leaves glow and glisten, <br />We are not tied with anything to christen, <br />People with no future and prosperous vision, <br />You can do it, women, tie all these men, <br />In the comfortable costumes of domestication, <br />The world will be ours to rule and our children, <br />Don't have to suffer in silence and let these men, <br />That we reared in the absence of wild men, <br />Prove the world that women have the wisdom, <br />And let this world live in peace with no war and fighting.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-are-the-reason/
