Worries Belong To Human... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The darkest night and the weakest soul,
The combination matches in many bed rooms,
Drowsy to have the sleep, but awake as the heart,
Pages of the past rolled and struck somewhere,
Where it hurts the most, the operators are fast,
To take the mind in control, not to let it to sleep,
Molten tar just freshly poured, hot and the fumes,
Twelve o clocks Sun shows its teeth to bite,
Every bit of peace at midnight on the bed,
The rolling human doze for a second,
To read the pages of the past again,
The legs of their thought are already scalded,
Walking on the molten tar laid highways,
If they have the program to erase all the diagrams,
On this road map that leads to the destination,
Of hardships that carries the tears of saline,
They may not choose it, they want to suffer,
Remembering the past and connect that,
With the future, haunted are these human,
None can rescue them from the den,