Do It! . Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Not a carelessly drifted wood,
Travelling from east to west,
Not the harvested halogen mist,
Covering the dust laying the web,
Not the impregnated ovary of the female,
To deliver then and there with no reticent,
The might of the knowledge emerge from you and I,
Surpass all boundaries to remove the bread crumbs,
Those are left behind on the table, once drifted log,
Man, you may not know what you can do, but do what you can.