The wheel of life

The wheel of life ,
Continues to dominate the human tribe,
Sunrise to sunset,
Bet the peddling legs get no rest.
Rice cakes in circular boxes and cylindrical containers of cooking gas,
Trudges breakfast for the hungry mass .
All around Chennai he circles like a wheel,
All for the benefit of his family’s everyday meal !

Cocka doodle dooooo!!!

Cocka doodle dooooo!!!
Don’t you touch my food !
I may totter aimlessly the Chennai streets ,
But I choose to pick my battle fields.
Miss,I may the country worms and organic grains,
Yet will fight for every morsel, even if it’s from the cooum drains !
Immigrated as a naive villager,
Now I’m a seasoned pettai fighter .