veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Losing Peace Is Not Worth... - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

I saw you tilling the land with hands,
I saw you tilling the mind with thoughts,
I saw you tilling the heart with love,
I saw you tilling the laptop with strokes.

Tilling is a skill to mill the will until,
The old will shrieks to be the new skill,
Tilling is a tool: let us till the sky until,
Tilling of knowledge conspires with tranquil.


Comments about Losing Peace Is Not Worth... by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

  • Gold Star - 6,962 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/27/2014 7:51:00 PM)

    Till, till, and till, till seeds are sown and they sprout. Maybe it is worth it. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,358 Points Lyn Paul (2/27/2014 12:07:00 AM)

    A skill to mill the will until. A great line. Words full of great meaning. Thank You (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014


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