Be Composed! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The moment I pushed myself out,
To see the awaiting world of nails,
I started to cry when I saw that cup,
Filled with the drink of hunger and thirst,

I tried to gulp it immediately for me to be happy,
And it is refilled again on every feeding basis,
I was confused, seeing the cup growing bigger,
The needs, wants, feelings and many more liquids,

Added in my cup for me to have stomach of life,
Once I wanted to kill the fire by the fire,
And then cut the diamond with the diamond blade,
Could the liquid sorrow be drowned in hard liquor?

When I woke up, it was again full with headache and doctor's bill,
I wanted to donate this to the Gods; my cup of tears,
Pilgrimage to the hills to discharge and get enlightened,
On the way home, it has followed me as my endocrine glands,

The springs in the eyes fill the cup to overflow and,
Smear the table cloth to the sight of the visitors,
I tried to hide it behind the philosophical speech,
I have silently kept it in my heart, so none can hear its voice,

I was troubled and cried; I was worried and wept,
Until the day arrived with a practical idea, so I can be happy,
a rational Detached hole at the side; my cup never be full.
To get overflowed to weep in the public; I am composed.