The Poet In Me.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

You have become a poet,
To praise the charm and cuteness,
Of an celestial object,
That grows and wilts,
Regularly every fortnight,
billions glitter as the jewels at nights,
the one plays with visual shades,
Just stay away from these,
My heart, as you are sad,
That poet who is born,
At every sight of forlorn,
Stay away from my mind,
As I am not in the mood,
To cherish the beauty,
That is coded with a password,
The singer, who has the fine throat,
Please stop opening your mouth wide,
To send the messages through the notes,
As I am not in the right frame,
To listen and enjoy your exertion,
To take me to your loving heart,
And keep me safe out of fear,
This world is full of temptation,
I may not cross the lines of foundation,
My mind is not devoid of practical microbes,
Still feel alone in the garden, full of flowers,
Stay away from me, you, the poet,
Who want to see me cry and whisper,
To entertain every other soul,
Who need some pleasure..