The Chorus Of Love.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Whenever there is rain, I have had the dreams,
of lush greens with popping fruits after blooms,

Whenever there are pessimists, I have had the goose bumps,
to pierce through their volatile whims with my hair pins,

Whenever I see an intolerant human, I have a voice in my eyes,
which may not be heard, but smitten them to be love sick,

Whenever I pass through the fire, I have had the desire,
of dousing it with eternal nectar to continue for ever,