I Am A Fool, Not To Be Selfish Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

A fool may look for happiness,
Outside himself, but from others,
A bottle can’t change his mood,
A bottled woman has no magic wand,
The host of relations has nothing,
To do with the happiness of oneself,
It has to be nourished and nurtured,
Day and night since young, not to fling,
Perfection is the best state of mind,
Where none has the pen to scribble,
What you want to taste,
Not to be controlled by the feeble mind,
What you choose to taste,
Has to be determined by the rational upbringing,
No one has brought anyone up to be good and bad,
It is the state of mind that dictates,
One to follow or flout the rules of love,
Where the laws have no place to dominate,
Only the rules of love have taught many,
The search of the happiness is,
from the rubbles of calamity.