Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !

Mass Exodus Empties The Villages !
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Mass exodus empties the villages;
Stench and selfishness pervade the cities;

Cash-crop of buildings are cultivated in wet fields;
Seeds of famine are actively sown in the womb of earth;

Poor peasants in simple attires
Boil in their hot sweats;

Full-trousered flashy crowds
Have bloated in vitamines and fats;

In the mighty breath of vast cities
All four directions are in shambles;

Greenery has evaporated;
Even the cow has degenerated as a buffallo;

Diseases in numerous dresses
March parades in all streets;

To drain away our cash chests
State-of-art treatments have mushroomed;

Falsehood is in full blossom;
Even truth has gone pithlessand soulless;

Slogans and masks in daily life
Have spread like deadly poison;

The hearts of parents with girl children
At sundown hours are worry-flooded;

Staring in strain for the buses from roadsides
Eyes have become desert-dry;

When you screw yourself into buses
You find all bones are thoroughly shuffled;

Respect is totally forgotten;
Mercy has become the first casualty;

With rowdy mobs ruling the streets
Justice and law weep behind bars;

The school-bound tiny tots
Have forgotten outdoor play;

In the hustle-bustle of school-market
Have become the paying-coolies !

Our civilisation is in total mess
Like the rain on a city !

A Son's Appeal To A Doting Mom

Mother! beside me sit-
I am to open my mind to you today-
You delight me with your affection
But spoil me also many times
With excess of your eyeless love!
You worry too much about my hunger
But never seem to care about my health;
You pester me at bed to wake up from sleep
Only to overfeed me with your greed of love.
All my pleas for a minimum of exercise
Miserably fail to knock your ears!
Adamant are your mindless insisting calls
That seem to eat away my flesh and bones--
Mom..don't you know that excess of any,
Including love, is highly detrimental
To the object of love one does cherish!
Mom..see my pathetic physique-
I have grown obese,lazy and dull;
Nothing of this bright beautiful nature
Interests me anymore ;not even girls in their prime !
And I have become a deadwood to be eaten away by sloth;
Even anger shames me refusing a meet!
Is it what you desired of your son,O Mom?
I am now in my wasted youth;
Do not clip my wings anymore,Mom.
I could see my blue broad skies;
Let me take my flight into my jolly heavens
Singing and warbling on my way!
Pray do not dam my spirit of youth
With the high stone walls of affection;
Happily allow me to breach your banks
To feel the ebbs and throbs of earthly life
Through my tumbles and rises at my first hand meets
Like a lion should I stroll
And roar in might against all odds of life!

Launches my Fancies in Playful Winds

Nature erects a stage in me
And dances in gleeful abandon!

From all corners of my heart
Like a soft-breasted cuckoo
Floods me with sweet fluid calls!

She decorates my chest
With garlands of poems
Strung in lovely language.!

Blessing wings
To my colourful fancies
Launches forth
In playful winds!

Holding arms,
Demanding dance
She dips me
In ecstasy pure!

Dresses my words
In satin tunes!

Addressing me fondly
' O my Poet '
She coils me tightly
In hot embraces!

NOTHING ON EARTH TO WRITE IN MY WILL,MY SON

O my Son!
The wide expanses of the Skies
I have earmarked in my will-
'Only Yours'.

The sparkling diamonds
Sprayed thick in the Nightly Heavens
I asserted ' Yours '
With all my heart.

The unbridled herds of Clouds
Grazing the limitless Blue
To whom but you
Would i bequeath?

The glittering lavas of gold and silver
Billowing out of the mines
Of the marvellous Sun-
' Surely Yours '.

Sorry, my Son,
Nothing on earth
Could I encompass
As my own all my life
To leave for you in my will!

A request, my Son-
These my eyes that feasted on
Ever since birth
Every spectacle of Nature-

Would you donate at death
To a poor little kid
Who can regain its impaired vision
To partake in the joys of this World?

the seeds of the day in the fields of the night

The Moon...?
The loving eye of the Night!
The Sun...?
The majestic march of the Space.!
The Clouds..?
The dream clusters of the Skies!
The Winds..?
The friendly hands of the Nature!
The Water..?
The blood of the Greenery!
The Trees.?
The Earth's signature of victory!
The Birds..?
The Mind's chariot of flowers!
The Sky..?
The mighty shrinkers of the Macrocosms!
The Stars..?
The seeds of the Day sown
In the fields of the Night!

ETERNAL DOUBTS AND ETERNAL QUERIES

One wave, far-off, questions
That gliding all the way smoothly
Does fall feebly in my ears;
For which a wave closer to me
On its approach to the shore answers!
Next question now is born ahead of me;
A fainter reply it fetches in its wake.
Eternal doubts and eternal queries,
Perennial patient answers!
Queries are born near the shores
Queries beget replies at the shores.
Yet the distance serene and speechless!
As a cute child to its parent
A volley of questions-silly or wise-
These baby waves to the mature ones
Endlessly shoot and tirelessly listen!
Wiser I grow amidst this august assembly
While I stand in rapt attention;
With every minute that drifts along
One more secret the Nature reveals
Out of its rich awesome depths!

--S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

AN UNDAUNTED VILLAGE GIRL

At 10.30pm on 21.10.2010 I saw a program 'NIJAM'in Sun TV.It was about a girl in a small village somewhere [I tuned a bit late]in Tamilnadu who was not blessed by Nature at birth itself with both upper limbs..with blunted shoulders.Her name is PARAMESWARI.I was totally stunned to see this girl performing all sorts of household chores with extreme facility,with much precision and grace by training and tuning her legs, feet and toes.
She does cooking,even for 10 people,cuts vegetables with an upturned big sickle[I was mesmerised by her cutting the slipping tomatoes with the help of her toes that I forgot to notice how she held the sickle in a steady position!]
She is able to deftly tie a tight knot by collecting loose sticks of a broomstick after taking two rounds the jute rope.quite an unbelievable act!
She sticks a tilak at the right spot between her brows;
Washes her clothes by applying soap cake,beating them on the stone with effortless swings in the air,wrings them,dries them,folds into four folds,and puts all into a bureau neatly;
Washes her face with soap cake,cleans without any trace of the lather .
O..she lights a matchstick,kindles flame in a kerosene pump stove and pumps it to full pressure as powerfully as any of a full limbed individual can do.
She does all these sporting an innocent smile without cursing the god;
She draws kolam standing on one leg after dusting and wetting the area in front of her house...she says she is capable of drawing kolams of any size and dots,even without any rehearsals.
She is said to assist her father at his small eatery also.
She writes clearly on notebooks and slates.
She does all these works mainly with the help of her big toes and first toes of her legs.
It is beyond explanation how she holds the kolam powder in between these toes and expertly draws lines and dots.
It is to be seen to believe.
She asks why should people resort to end their lives-god has created us like this...it is he to take us back..till such time we have to live as ably as we could.
It is told by villagers that she expects only minimum help from others ,that too for lowering hot vessels from oven,for dressing her,combing,etc.,which is beyond her.she keeps her feet clean as they are her implements.
She practises hard and thinks that with hard practice nothing is beyond her.
I remained speechless for a long time after viewing the program.
I also felt why the govts.,which are happily squandering public money on worthless ribbon-cuttings and in lavish decorations for the mere publicity of ministers and politicians, should not think of helping this hapless girl who appeals for a job to keep herself engaged and for her livelihood.., as years go by when her parents would be nomore.
Her brother and sister say that parameswari helped them in the cause of higher education through her diligent work.
Any one listening..?thanks Sun TV.
They should rebroadcast this program in prime time so that many people would be able to view this wonderful girl.
There may be some good souls who may offer help to this girl who lives in the obscurity of a remote village,with no publicity, like a small earthern lamp kept deep inside a big pitcher.
THIS LONG ESSAY IS MY HUMBLE TRIBUTE TO THIS UNDAUNTED VILLAGE GIRL.
I SALUTE HER INDOMITABLE SPIRIT MILLION TIMES.
--S.CHANDRAKALAADHAR