veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Stones are everywhere,
As hard as diamonds, not gold,
When hit, broken into pieces,
All soft tissues turned into stones,
at the side of evil endeavors,
Not a majestically golden hearted,
To accommodate in mixing,
With metals and get embedded,
To decorate the necks and ears,
Slender hands and fingers,
Laced in the microchips
To stay on the laps,
When put in the fire,
Emerge as victoriously glorious,
Leaving all those impurities,
Don't let the hearts to be the stone,
Of diamonds to cut the thoughts,
Let them be subtle and soft,
To resonate the hearty love,
Let them be vigilant and strong,
To disperse the seeds of love,
Let them be energetic and humble,
To cohabit with the waste of CO2,
Let them pulsate day and night,
Chanting the love, emitting the smoke,
Let them have enough reciprocal Oxygen,
emit the fragrance of love sandal incense.