The Origin Of Dotted Destiny Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When the dots are merged,
With the fine heartfelt lines,
A picture may emerge,
From the womb of the paper,
That may adorn vibrant flowers,
Though fragrance is the next dimension,
Can’t breathe to thrill with the smell,
Can’t move to sway with the breeze,
To touch the heart to suck the nectars,
Can’t collect and tie with golden thread,
To make a garland, that may fit a human,
Or a divine, please don’t connect those dots,
That may poke my fingers and hurt my tears,
When the light of the good and bad,
Reflect in front and on the sides, these gorgeous blooms,
Stand out as the liberties that one pursue,
When a nail holds it tight on the wall,
Many forget the meaning of what they had sought,
Pleaded to the Gods to provide,
Cried many nights on the lonely banks,
Once obtained, we forget to nurture,
the relationship with words worth to pour,
If you are on the shore, waiting for a fairy,
Connecting the dots of unknown destiny,
Be smart to live and enjoy what you are gifted with,
Neglecting someone and something,
Is not the easiest escape to have peace of mind,
So many questions in the hearts of neglected human,
Are still unanswered and they always think,
About the possible answers to those questions,
Even if they are separated and placed in a comfortable garden,
the dots are connected as the scribbles of a crying child,
never fail to expose their fear, resentment and wild thought.