Be Prepared To Stand... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Wiping, scrubbing, and teary washing,
Chants of polishing: the tainted mind to shine,

Dissonance drying, unfriendly pressing with steam,
Folded are the memories, the crumbled mind to be neat,

Hallucinated dreams after pouring out from the jar,
The calmed tempest may sing the lullaby to the core,

How far one goes away, sticking of it as the dust,
Or the poles of magnets, stains of the poisonous mist,

Truth is not there, when the lies are told with bold smile,
Time may heal the wounds and do the wonders to the sufferers,

Cancerous gangrenes emerge, nothing we have to suppress,
Wasted are the healing processes, men are sometimes at the losing ends.

the cells of unknown stop order growth are punished,
the human may emerge as the winners, men will find out.