Overipe And Sick Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Commodity in you precious or cheap or both,
nutshell stored with no heat and the cold,
warmth held as secret wrapped earth,
Let us resurrect from the guiltless sound sleep.

Momentum picked spreader wings of mind,
searching for answers to unknown eclipse,
when diseased cavalries stand in straight line,
Let us hide all the whips weakened our domain,

visibly tired, weathered, gone rigid,
sunken cheeks, emerging arch and Grey dreams,
tightened hips, stiffened knees, emptied jaws,
Let us not be afraid, when facing chafe,

Old has to be recycled when the new arrives,
Let us not worry about unhappy days..