Respect Others... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When the eye of the sun is hidden,
The tumultuous clouds run for attention,
The utterance of abuse words to hide the mistakes,
People may shout as the thunders to spoil the mood,
The electric shock through the nerves of the old,
And the weak, the young calves always in attacking mode,
The freshness in the pressure must have the proper channel,
The rain water is salty when mixed with ocean,
The muddy water is the waste, has to be treated,
The clean water is used to bathe the heavens,
What we always do is, to pollute this with trash,
Polluted mind is not clear to observe the sunlight.