Maniac Depression.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Whenever the storm shows its face,
With violent fingers to erase the surface,
The melancholic dancing of its huge steps,
Spraying the cues of irrational taboo,

The peaceful hut where the earthlings dwell,
Massacred within a minute, the hearts are hurt,
What a peace you will get, O depressive storms,
Not a medicine opted and hours of preaching wasted,

When this storm brewed with mixing of various emotions,
The ignition may be a word or a phrase with a bang,
All those learned forgotten for many hours,
Except the tears that roll down on the cheeks,

Neurologists are the freaks to count down the stroke,
Where shall we find the peace that escaped on its own,
The storms are very different every time they return,
O peaceful aliens, who may know the secret, please reveal,