veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Cocooned Earth - Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi

When the cocoon is very tight,
I starve myself to be thin and fit,
When the cocoon is very spacious,
I gulp and eat to be fat and enjoy the areas,
I can't make this cocoon to be big or small,
But I can alter myself to log in any holes,
Struggling is the innocence of ignorance,
Avoiding is not the act of love, but of hate,
Tolerance is an action that we force ourselves,
To suffer in quietness; erasing all these scribbles,
May make our chart of life very progressive,
The sky can wear and shed so many identities,
The snowy mountain floats over our heads,
The rustic hills travel not in lightening speed,
Golden rays escape from the goldsmith's furnace,
The silvery streaks are there as the human's crowns,
What else do we need, except the determination,
The desires to seek the peace in our gardens.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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