These streets are filled with pungent air,
The narrow side lanes are always sprinkled,
A few pinch their noses to retract,
A few walk straight with no hesitate.
These towns are filled with places of worship,
The Gods have already vacated to the better place,
The bells and prayers are regularly heard,
The cries of the deprived just ignored.
These states are filled with crooks and innocents,
Hills of money minted and dispersed,
The sticky fingers think of the old notes,
What once available not any more.
These countries have the ministers and parliaments,
These countries have the institutions to educate,
The Educated and the uneducated are the same, thoughtless paupers,
They are in their own small circle, unaware of the people’s power.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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