Is Your Basket Full Of Love? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Those smiling stars gaze at us,
We have no basket to collect and save,
Looking for the place, where they shine brighter,
Fumbling even at the nooks to be cleaned,
Roaming around the stores to pick up the large,
Disturbed and returned with our hands empty,
Viewing our faces in the dark mirror near the desks,
The chests rise up and down in grief,
There we find the right baskets to collect,
After we keep those love for others in our hearts,
The mirrors get flashed, our faces show the smile.