The Molten Human Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The molten desire runs as the lava texture,
Adapting the color and smell of the glowing fire,
Travels a long distance before getting extinguished,
The beginning and the end are not in the same platter,
Hot and melted touch the surfaces of the on lookers,
Sharing of heat always reduce the intensity of the pleasure,
Started at the high speed diminishes as the time flies,
The molten desire get grounded, leaving all qualifiers,
Those keep the desire in the molten status,
Let the untoward sadly galloping rain not fall on it,
Let it flow to the longest distance, to get exhausted,
Let it spreads it wings to it full diameter,
Let the molten human be hot enough,
Not to scald, but warm the hearts.