Thorns Of Fear In The Flesh.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When I surrender to you as the victim of faith and confusion,
YOU have chosen me this physically tormenting lane,
The days are nailed to the challenging frame,
I have to remove it carefully to live downtrodden.

The blows are felt on the epidermis, left with scars,
The soul is free of hurt, can put me to sleep to snore,
I haven’t chosen anything for myself in all these years,
The pricking testing needles are the tools.

YOU use the innovative methods to assess my patience and I would like,
To stand on my own feet and pick up the direction for myself,
No touching of fingers to predict your decisions,
No rolled papers to spread in front of YOUR altar.

No magnifying glass is utilized to look through my palm lines,
I may feel the pleasure but would I have the peaceful sleep?
I can't move forward, neither I move backward and sideways,
who have implanted all these thorns of Gods in my mind?