The Mat And You.. Get Up.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

If a mat is rolled and kept aside,
It doesn’t mean we don’t need it,
Anymore, but we keep it safe,
Away from the dust of foot prints,
Stains of colored compounds,
The mats are meant to be sit and relax,
Many important decisions are taken,
On the face of it, as the witness,
Once it is brought out and spread on the floor,
The congregations of people arrive,
To pray, discuss and talk with sense,
To fulfill their real needs on the earth,
That may pave the way to the eternal comfort,
On the mats of various materials,
Human have decreed all their essentials,
The height of the mats are risen up,
And separated for the individual sit up,
The mat of the world hasn’t been rolled,
Though the plastic turf replace the grass,
Let us walk on this glorious mat,
That has the texture of man’s dream,
Polished and sparkled as the freshly cleaned,
Teeth, yet to be plagued by the waiting bacteria,
The mat of the earth is firm and gentle,
To carry us in the cradle, showing all colors,
That is fixed on various butterflies,
Those sit on the mats of flowers,
The mats of gyrus packed in the closet,
When the mat is taken out and spread,
Thousands of stories can be revealed,
A few are sober the rest are confused,
Everything and everyone have experienced,
the mat is rolled not to rest, but to reuse,
the people are shelved not to forget,
but emerge out as victoriously splendid,
spreading the wings as the golden eagles.