The Unknown Destination Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Do I have to work hard,
To climb up the steep stairs,
Panting and skirting are the rules,
The destination still unknown,

Do I have to strive in advance,
Lacking all my good night sleep,
Furrowing on the bed, meowing as a cat,
The destination still not noted,

How can I survive in the dollar world,
Where my hands are tied with solar stings,
Not breathing for air in the numbing space,
The destination not sent to me with love,

The shameless moon stripes her jacket,
Layer by layer as the onion on the kitchen board,
The courageous sun never failed to return,
The destination unknown even to the saints