The Examinars With Bipolar Syndrome.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The tests are tricky and too hard,
What mistakes we have made,
To chase us through the rough road,
The result of pain is out before the quiz,
Of viva versa in the playground of abuzz.

Lively conversation among the gifted,
Where we are left alone, to face one to none,
That none have the Almighty’s power,
Millions of hardened soles bleed in despair,
When the gangs of Great have milk bath.

Sweetened rice, honey, candied sugar and banana,
Put in the small dish as the offer twice a day,
A tumbler of freshly boiled milk before YOU sleep,
The finest silk fabrics chosen to decorate and worship,
The choicest goldsmith are called to make the jewels.

Thousands of years of comfortable abode,
In the middle of the towns and the villages,
Leave your luxurious life for a while,
Come out and see us in the congested hives,
You have to repent for all your mistakes,
For all trials and tribulations in our lives.

Questions are made out of spears and arrows,
Objectives have too difficult options to err and cry,
The essays need the reference of our past karmic deeds,
The practical of confused minds and dreary limps.

Please come out for a while; let us take a stroll,
On the lands of deprived and the believers,
They hold the flag of white to make peace with YOU,
the bipolar Creators, who have two different moods.