Wash And Dry, Not Under Sun Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The cloth of our mind is tattered,
With constant beating from a master,
He has the whip to lash and splash,
Scoop full of soap of punishment to scrub,
Sometimes banged are the stones to remove,
The dirty from the freshly perfumed apron,
Not visible to the naked eyes, but to Him,
The eyes of microscope, bleaching has to be done,
It is decided and done with boiling experience,

The human have found the washing machine,
Clothes are there to swim in the soapy water,
Gentle wash and spin as the dancer on the toes,
The Washer man of the world gets shocked,
Watching the desires of human are fulfilled,
Washer man of the world is dismissed from many hearts,
He may work all his sleepless life for another trick,
To keep all his disciple and slaves under his control…