The President of my Village Panchayat
“ They don’t allow me to speak the truth’,
the President of my village Panchayat said
and looked up at the strange guests.
“ You’ve killed some stray dogs
and flashed the news across the Media.
We are from the Blue Cross”,
the guests cried and sat.
“ Blue Cross, Red Cross, Holy Cross…
I don’t know read English dailies.
But the newspapers and T.V. channels in Tamil
have extolled me for spending from my pockets
to hire some dog catchers to catch
the canines with the noose after a chase
and club them to death with steel rods.
My innovative steps to kill these useless dogs
have panned out well. My minions
strangled some sick pubs last year
and gave a decent burial on that river’s bank
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The Priests Plunge into Hell
When the mentally deranged
run here and there, or from floor to floor,
look at people around with doubt,
envy over brothers and sisters,
resign jobs in series being unsatisfied,
take ruinous steps to kill themselves,
find fault with the education
their parents were afforded to give them,
pester their parents for money
to give as bribe for a well-paid job,
drive the two wheelers in a furious speed,
the fake priests of religions
rush to cure them
with oil called the blood of some God
to be smeared over the head and body,
or with some black paste.
The mentally sick are chained
and splashed with holy water,
saying it drove the evil spirit out of them.
Those who fall under the spell of devils
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Mountain of the Elephants (Aanaimalai in Western Ghats-India)
The long folds of mountains
in the Western Ghats has a lasting lure for me.
Through all the passes I have travelled
to dip myself into the gleaming canyons
with teak farms and tea gardens,
with silver falls and rivers,
and with lines of cairns on the banks.
The fear for the elephants
Which block the road in the night
forced us stay at Athirapalli,
the wonder-spot of the scaring water-falls.
We watched the stars over the mountain-tops
and lay wakeful hearing the roar of falls.
The sight of solar orb over the massif,
cheered and freed us from the cold.
Flying drops from the tipping falls
filled our hearts to amaze in that chill morn.
Our car rolled over the dungs of elephants
towards Mudis(Knot of hills) , the navel of the Deccan Plateau.
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When the Bubble Bursts
People worry much about being fresh out
of emotions of love due to ageing.
Sensible people think a hundred times
before giving their data in the nets
for dating and for life with single moms.
In a society, which has freewheeling lifestyles,
people face no problems by typing their email-id.
But in countries where people are at large,
men are called to a place, valuables seized,
punched and thrown out with bleeding injuries.
They are also warned not to report to the police
or else hard copies of their nude photos will be
sent to their wives when the soft copies flash in nets.
Some in western culture are frank about gayness.
In some rural hamlets of India, the gay guys are tonsured,
marked with block and red dots on their body
and forced to ride on donkeys while the boys and men
beat them with brooms and slippers.
Problems they face in plenty when their age crosses sixty.
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Be Liberal to the Disabled and the Disturbed
I sprained my right foot
by hurdling a kick at the back
of a cycle-thief, sitting in Class Sixth.
Unlocked cycles alarmed at his looks.
Over stuffed syllabus didn't scare him.
Everyweek, a girl would cry for her missing cycle.
He would eat free mid-day meals
only on the days at which boiled-eggs served.
One kick made me feel severe pain
but he ignored it and went out to lunch as usual.
I had been meeting doctors one by one,
losing more than a thousand and odd.
Money is for spending and I was not bothered.
But while limping across the Highways
with my swollen foot, I had to give answers
for hundreds of people concealing the cause of injury.
If I raised my hand to stop the speeding bus,
the drivers seemed careless and stopped a little away.
"My God! How the blind and disabled walk along the road
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A Jazzy Plumber Nibbled her Pride.
Did He create my heart for you proud to break?
Am I a pygmy for your jokes to crack?
Not your betrayal but your gossips on me hit
and rankled my heart.You can't save your face
and harp on harsh plots hatched with your grace.
Cheated by a plumbing techie, lorn you look.
Seeking words of comfort, around you look,
which you ignored when he shocked you with big break.
You feign worshipping God and say words of grace,
beseeching the heavenly blessings crack.
Slinging mud on me, you left with a false face.
I was mute and your rumours had no hit.
Road to success He makes everyone to hit
and sparks with ideas into which the boys look.
Slanders and insults heaped on me, you now face.
Your promise to marry me, you did break.
You failed to settle abroad in your first crack.
A plumber feigned as a techie had his grace.
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I am born to win
I am born to be the President
of my village where my caste dominates.
I have men to plan ahead and delete
the names of dissidents from the voters’ list.
If the people of minor castes seem to vote for me,
their names will be found in the corrected list
or else they will vanish. Thanks to the VAO.
Some hamlets denying votes to me will be added
to the Voters’ list of the nearby Panchayat.
I am fit to be an MLA
for I have loyal workers
to throw stones on the processions,
of my rivals in politics
and bribe the reporters to write
that people chased away my rival everywhere.
My hooligans will hack the volunteers
of my opponent who dare to defy me.
They will set ablaze the huts
which refuse to hang my photo on the wall.
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Mend The Hearts Fall In Love At Sixteen
It was my habit to pry into
the note books of my son
to see casually what he did in school.
Once I stumbled upon a piece of paper
with different hand-writing.
On browsing it, I inferred,
my son had been caught
into the web of love.
The web-designer had couched her tongue
in Advanced Love(Java) with sentiments sloppy.
“My job will be tough
to bring him back to earth”, I thought.
“ This is the reason for your poor scores
in Physics and Chemistry”,
I blared with a glare at him.
“ No teachers for three months’, he mumbled.
“ You will lose your memory
and will be a second class student”, I said.
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The School at Kathirimalai (Erode District in Tamil Nadu)
The kids of the tribes in Kathirihills
had trekked 28 Kms through dense forests
for catching a bus to the Collectorate
and appealing to have teachers to their school.
If the men and women who served as ministers
and officers of the Erode District
couldn't have felt sorry after reading
this news from 'The Times of India',
they are not worthy to be 'a human being'.
The winding roads with hairpin bends
in the Eastern and the Western Ghats
were laid when the English enslaved India.
Once the Britishers left, our robbers took the reins
and found national and regional parties,
religious, secular and castiest outfits
to feel the pulse of the administration
and push their men into positions to loot.
The golden rule of building dams in Tamil Nadu
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Where Have You Gone, My Kin?
Where have gone these Asian tigers and Anopheles?
As the westerly winds blocked the breeze from the sea,
Chennai is sweltering at 43 degree celcius.
A thousand have fallen to sunstroke in the nearby State.
But where they are now, is a mystery?
They must have air-dashed to Swiss bank
to deposit their hard earned money; you may call it “ bribe”.
They could have visited China and Pakistan in stealth
to query why don’t they support India, an Asian Nation,
for annihilating the terrorists in Kashmir,
as they lent support to Sri Lanka to wipe out
Tamil Freedom Tigers who were fighting for freedom?
They throve well in Chennai as a community
with more than 3000 species loving each other
and casting bogus votes during the polls.
Distilling and selling arrack was their wonted trade.
They identify their kin by the length of proboscis
as people do by a beard or sword,
a cross-belt or a cross round the neck,
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