Tears Are Good For Soul! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Wherever it flows, it acquires the color,
Odor and collects the minerals from others,
Rushing in pressure covering in foamy pleasure,
Calm as the space with crystal clear gesture,
Ambitious to get rid of all its dirty desires,
When it showered as the thirst quenching water,
It was clean, as the air had no contaminators,
When it showers now, it mixes with diseased factors,
Dissolves the acidic vapor, manmade slaughters,
On the hills and mountains, where the Sun, the torcher,
Carrying the secret love of flamers and bloomers,
Intensity is richer, so every nook and corner clearer,
Not yet polluted, still vigilant as destroyer and protector,
The collaboration between the heat and particle matters,
The betrothal of pumping fuels and effervesce flavors,
Our muscled pendulum in our teethed enclosure,
Very flexible to taste the words with additive mixture,
A pair of windows flips up and down, to let the intruder,
Of yet to take rest radiator, Electromagnetic flyer,
Contaminate these generations of copiers,
When they are warm and hot, they are merrier,
When they are cold and sad they become the distillers,
Leaving the heavy matters and start to shed the tears.