Beware Of The Luggage! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Sweat may change the landscape of love,
Hard labor may chase away the black dove,
Thought may think to discover the facts,
Memories may stop to recover for decades.

The precious waste of a woman is the new life,
The unavoidable taste of the bodies that displayed,
The uncontrollable haste of the man that overlooks,
The new generation of human is produced without avail.

The creation of Gods, serve them as the basics,
The creations of Man so delicious and aesthetic,
The net that entangles quarter of population,
Dismantle the family bond without any trail.

We are the remnants of the waste, but priceless;
What we eat, seek, save, inherit and then leave,
Garbage that collected in our body and soul,
What that can't be seen, are our only luggage.