veeraiyah subbulakshmi

Please, don't go in there, where you can't be with me,
Nauseous air, millions of microbes, though cools below sixteen,
Come out and look at me, waiting just far away as the omnipresence,
I have the coldest brain, emitting fastest signals in hottest pause,
The warmest belly with frequent showers, willows applause,
The melting deposit inside me plays the truant without mercy,
A Jacuzzi, two third full of salted water for you to swim to glee,
The armies of clouds engage in shooting with flashing lightening,
Fine golden sand that is hot in the home of camels, but wet,
Near the home of human, Come out; feel me with your wits,
Smell mine, very fragrant, though the Rafflesia, the giant bloom,
Flowers once in many years emits repelling odor, has no stems,
Taste me and you will not leave me and stay with me forever,
Hear me; I have the musical noise that comes out from your gadgets,
Flowing rivers giggle, the swaying leaves speak soft,
Breaking trees shouts, before the storm, air cries,
After the storm it is quiet, the silence in the falling slow flakes,
Drips of rain dropp as the people running for festivals and galas,
When I can reveal my soul to you, why do you hide and grieve?