In Doubt And Trouble Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Are you not at all bored,
For having I tested on daily basis,
With antics of unkind and abuse,
Emerging from every pointed angle,
Holding the pins and needles,

If my tears have had the hues,
It would have painted all white blooms,
Into cherry red: red gardenia and red jasmine,
Or it would have painted the deserts of the world,
Into the green meadow, pouring all what needed,
Or it would have filled all those dried rivers,
Brimming and rushing to reach the master, YOU.

Have you ever thought ones,
When your lists of tests prolong,
How you would have felt,
When the same test is used,
To evaluate YOU for future promotion,
Whenever I cry, you would fail, my God,
Whenever I am in distress, your points,
Would get reduced for being a cruel caretaker,

Should I have to trust YOU?
Is it still necessary to propagate?
The seeds of God things,
In young mind..I am confused,
But I have grown stronger than YOU..