அதிகாரம்

அதிகாரம்


அடக்கி ஆள வேண்டும்

அடுத்தவரை  சாய்க்கவேண்டும்

அங்கலாய்க்க வேண்டும்

ஆணவம் வேண்டும்

ஆத்திரம் வேண்டும்

அதுதான் வெற்றியின் ரகசியம்

ரகசியங்கள் மண்ணில் சேரும்

ரகசியம் மறந்து போகும்

சிரிக்கும் பார்க்கும் மரங்கள் 

The yellow face

She did not belong to the cream

Her hair was plaited and oiled

Her neck wore only gold

Her face had turmeric

But her feet were riding a bike

She went fast paced in pride

Not acknowledging others

She did not know doubts

She was just going along

The Bull

The Bull

It roared and roared

No one bothered

It screamed on and on

No one bothered

It thought of the past

The crowd moved back

The eyes of women

Shied back in awe

Children ran away


Now age caught on

It couldn't hear

It couldn't see

The women stared boldly

Children threw stones


The bull smiled in anger

To be born again

To rule the weak

To dictate terms

He was outside

He was outside


His clothes looked the colour of dark clouds

His eyes looked the look of empty coals

His manner looked of laughter of failure

His teeth gleamed yellow of high nature

The torn clothes showed torn minds

The torn soul spoke through smiles

His hands extended asked for something

Food or clothes I don't know what

He asked and asked and asked

His asking explained the failure

Of our systems, languages, hearts.