We are busy, clutching our fake keys, <br />To open the kingdom of prosperities, <br />Let the bubbled life shine under sunshine, <br />Just for a while that takes one's life cycle, <br /> <br />Let the breeze be formed out of the storm, <br />To blow on our face to have the unkempt crown, <br />We are human, born from a tightened cave, <br />Not from the dust, but to bloom, ripe and rot. <br /> <br />We have liked to communicate soft and fierce, <br />Wearing the leaves and now the power suits, <br />We want our voices to reach the ears of unknown truth, <br />With Hypocritical attires, symbols and the patriotic oaths, <br /> <br />Borderless territories are bordered with me and mine scheme, <br />Silent stress starts to build up, in between the folds of the brains, <br />Everything is converted into the self inflicting bombs, <br />Visit pass is time framed, man, who do you want to hurt? <br /> <br />Are you so clever to snatch the food of the weak? <br />Are you so weak to tell your children to go on fast? <br />Are you so hungry to make the manna out of the flesh. <br />Are you so thirsty to drink the wine fermented from the blood? <br /> <br />We are busy, clutching our fake keys, <br />To open the kingdom of prosperities, <br />Let the bubbled life shine under sunshine, <br />Just for a while that takes one's life cycle,<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bubbled-life/
