I Am Addicted To Them.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

God may be kind enough,
To delete all our flaws,
In the name of forgiving clause,
But the hearts will curse us,

As long as we are alive,
And dead to be born in new body,
Man created God may be full of love,
And this perception is out of man himself,

The Gods created nature will not forgive us,
Accounting all our actions in the note books,
And the record would go in front,
Fast and furious, but slow and steadily,

To affect all our actions in future,
Which we may call as fate,
With unknown answers to known events,
Stop hurting others, they are the Gods,

To lead you to the next birth,
Do you want to be happy or sad?
Do you want to be a prey or a victim?

This birth is hopeless and unpredictable,
But I am thinking about the next birth,
Praying to the Gods, who are soothers of hearts,
Up lifter of my weakened spirit,

Consoler of my worried evil mind,
Booster of my latent and potential energy,
Blessing all my works, both good and bad,
Benevolent in nature to protect everyone,

With no negotiation, praises are their needs,
Prayers are their wants and they hallucinate,
To such Gods, those are created by these human,
I pray every day without fail,

As I have no one else to trust and confide,
These Gods in my mind would listen,
And they are the secret keepers for a while,
Until the truth rises as the sun to be shown to everyone.