My Stress Has No Limits! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

My stress has no limits
sometimes it goes south,
pulling my neck down,
rolling on floor drowned,

My stress has no limits,
sometimes it goes north,
vacating my strength and hope,
floating in air with no wings

My stress has no limits
sometimes it goes to east,
collecting pearls of dead oysters,
swimming in ocean of life without life jacket.

My stress has no limits,
sometimes it goes to west,
scavenging the tit bits of destitute,
showing off the wealth that disappears

My stress has no limits,
as if not enjoying enough,
as if not eating the best,
collecting everything as the dust bin.

My stress has no limits,
it wants fur and hide of leopard,
it seeks truth wrapped with lies,
pushing me into drain of waste and monsoon..