Snow Filled Notes... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Behind the windows there are green and blue,
The yellow sunshine mashes on their face,
Tilted crown look so erect and perfect,
The genes passing machines are at work,

The nested birds have many different feathers,
Grooming, dirtying and cleaning are the favorites,
Every second is based on the calculated cents,
The soul Carrying droplets are at the transit,

Where they go with their high heels on,
Where they look as the lost swan,
Where they end with the love as the pawn,
Where they get cheated with their minds gone,

Behind the windows there are green and blue,
Every little thing get puzzled as the scattered volcano,
Days come and leave as the snow filled notes of hot piano,
The genes passing machines never failed to dream..