A Phase! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The wings that grow suddenly at his back,
Have brought him to the clouds to rock,
Without a gulp of the fermented fruits,
What has made him to dream in the day light?
And awake the whole night, yawning in the class,
The stern lecturer with spectacles looks fresh,
The Professor who always makes him to sleep,
Seems to be a philosopher of unknown knowledge,
The labs are quite neat and the cadavers are silent,
The smell of formalin is better than any other French perfume,
The projectors in the gallery shows the smiling pictures,
The machines work perfectly with obedient soft ware,
The poets talks about love, occupy his bright brains,
The collection of love songs stored in his hand phone,
When the lights are dimmed, he is still in the trance,
The bugs of love have caught him from tip to toe,
The feelings of love is eternal and no one can escape,
He is calm and tamed and a man is molded out of him.