Fake Happiness! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

We are all gifted to have our scrolls,
That say how we have to live and roll,
On the streets of urban jungles with no flowers,
Women paint their face with vibrant colors,
Men have the starched ties, hung to their necks,
Modern cultures, trends and technological seasons,
Human change their appearance with no reason,
Target is set to push one to the limits of exasperation,
Shrouded are our eyes, when we bargain our lives for isolation,
A few are happy to play with themselves,
A few are drowsy with the games of party,
Floating in the air with over working hearts,
Weekends are spent to end the woe of muscles,
What life it is, when one, not know their neighbors,
What life it is, when one blindfold and lead others,
Believe me that real happiness is there in your family,
Where we don't have to cry and sleep silently,
The spouse and the children are more important,
Than the ‘work', enjoy them when we are alive,
Relatives and friends are like pickles,
Use them when we need for emotional support,
Otherwise keep them safe in bottles, not get fungus,
Life is a joy to see the children the grow and mature,
Life is a joy when we get old ourselves to replace the elders,
The ancestors who leave properties will be remembered,
The ancestors who leave the loving human will be more remembered,
As they are the reason for the continuation of love and harmony,
The lost wealth can be obtained; the lost humanity is a bad destiny.