The Body At Rest.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Though this journey has the destination,
The itinerary is designed and kept as the clandestine,
The hearts of ours on the flame to be cooled down,
To below Kelvin, the bodies escape to the oblivion,
Where nothing persist to prove the guilt and innocence,
When one is on snooze, dreaming of obtaining inevitable,
The long moment of quietness, when the dendrite spiders,
Are always on the alert, the single stem axion is many cm long,
Glial soldiers armed with loads of work of protecting,
Cleaning and guarding of the crown, where the chemical,
And electrical signals are transferred in the human speed,
Let the nerves are not marinated in hurting foreign invaders,
Who will spoil the myelin shields to push the CNS to short circuit,
Sleep baby, Sleep in the comfort of descent thoughts,
You will get refreshed to face the first face with the cheerful gust,
To walk on the street to reach the tube, puddles are not around,
Everything is filled for your safe heels not to get drifted,
Sleep baby, sleep, calm and quiet without prattling of lost days.