It Goes For Ever.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The bonds of love pulls me down,
not letting me to fly as the balloon,
The web created by me create all illusion,
when I look at my feet, I see my old shoes,
These look similar to the ones as my father's,
sometimes I had seen them shone as the back,
of the beetle, fluttered as the morning rays,
which could find every nook and corner,
through microscopic maternal eyes,
The bond created by me create all illusion,
I would like to be the feather,
to drift away with the softer wind,
lifting me up and up to the clouds,
Humid clouds may be thirsty,
but I am not hasty, enjoying,
the free ride for a while as a gypsy,
Oh, the nectar of love makes me heavy,
I can't fly as high as I could wish,
landing slowly on the helipad of worries.