The Strength Of The Weak! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

On the oily shiny grass of the newly,
sprouted thought, neither old nor young,
exist for ever as the seeds in the pods,
of brutes and plants of conflicting sixth sense,

a few desires may shed their skins,
along with time and its luster,
many desire have deep holes,
can't be filled full, but with love,

freshly dyed pastel colored pants and sleeves, ,
muggy water soaked multiple colored linen,
have a desire to collect minute particles,
Dirt is now an option, can have a pavement,

Men might knock the doors of passion,
where the women dwelt as the love potion,
when the inner eyes of the weak are open,
shiny new grass surfaces with razor blades,

none has to push the trolley or carry the bags,
when every need can be wrapped in silver and gold,
love and sincerity are the connecting factors,
when the strength of weak is known and deciphered.