veeraiyah subbulakshmi

At the whip of anyone's clueless thoughts,
No rain is scared to fall on their broth,
To enlighten their innocence of what they,
Know not, but it is known to the world,
That could differentiate the mermaids,
That needs the merman, not human,
To entangle their tail fins, full of scales,
which will scratch and wound the souls,
on the shores covered with open shells,
whose pearls are stolen and copied.

By flicking the magic wand of experience,
Do I have any right to teach anyone,
What to do and what not to do,
As the intellectuals are filled with doubts,
And the fools are brimmed with confidence,
At the expense of the tears of the ignorant,
Who act merely with instincts, with no datas,
Planned blue prints are easy to execute,
Unplanned efforts ultimately prosecute,
In the court of civil, criminal and life,
We may be left to live the sleepless nights.