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.
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