Hi this is my debut poem in English. I wrote this when I was pursuing my M.A. in the American College, Madurai. I still remember those days…Dr. Love taking us to Kodai International School. This poem is special for me not because it is first ever try, but this is my only work that has some social flavor in it. I hate people spitting on the roads, e
specially when I walk or drive. Now you must have got the reason behind the creation of this poem. The day before reading this before the audience we (my classmates and seniors) all rehearsed articulating our poems. Dr. Love said that we got to say our name and then go reading the stuff. The rehearsal went really well until I came. “I am Madhavarajan SPITTING”, is what I said and there was a thunderous laughter…Here we go with the poem
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SPITTING
As I walk on the streets,
I cautiously detour and
head for the unused platform.
When I stand at the bus stop,
I jump here and there,
for they shoot towards my legs.
When I see the foamy,
gelatinous splashed out,
My salivary glands explode.
Should I spit on the road
Or on the two-legged beasts?
