During Eve Of Next Moment... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Let my gratitude be poured as the rain,
To feed the needy who alleviate my pain,
Let my gratitude be shown as the sunshine,
To retrieve each dew from the midnight sojourn,

Let my gratitude be grown as the plumage,
Those appear before every nostalgic holidays,
Let my gratitude get infected with replicating virus,
To spread the actions of love, thus the peace,

Let me hang my gratitude as the priceless locket,
Just beside my springs of generous mind and pocket,
Let me enjoy the days and of course the nights,
After rewarding my own soul with the sense of thanks.

Let me be grateful for the next bloom, still in bud,
Let me seek every opportunity to nurture it with whims,
Let me reason my fancies with no more tears and heartbreaks,
Let me have the life useful to others and myself.