The Mood. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Stuffy room with closed windows,
Stagnant thoughts with no new dreams,
Human in and out with own will,
Dressed up in the best attiring skill,
Gorgeous they are in the pursuit,
Reprimanding the soot that hurt,
Many a life gone with that tart,
Never lived life to their heart,
Open the window to let the air in,
Rejuvenate with fresh cold fun,
Have shower in the young sunshine,
Caress the breeze that touch the skin,
The world is for us to care and win,
The moon is our entertainment,
The stars are the flowers to gather,
In infuse the fragrance of our merit,
Let the polluted river to hug the dirty sea,
Let the New water from the rational spring,
Fill our eager mind to be happy and heavenly.