True Love Is Hard To Find! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I stand in the middle of the valley,
And shout at the greens to love me,
They echo back to me, ‘Love me',
When I stand in the unpredictable desert,
And cry to the hot and cold sand to love me,
They gulp my voice with no useful proceeds,
I dip in the oceans and try to call the tenants,
To love me and the medium never let me to open,
To let the air in, if I do, no one can save my breathe,
I come to the human civilization and tell them to love me,
They look at me strangely, a few say mechanically,
A few stare at me and say that they can't be obliged.
To love someone without any benefits,
Their parents are loved for their sacrifice,
Their friends are loved for the comradeship,
Their children are loved to pass their youth time,
Their Gods are loved for the economic and eternal profits,
Their crowds are loved for something veiled,
They can't love someone with no reason,
They can't love someone and something with no returns.
Even those sages, priests and nun in the God's home,
Till the hearts of others to get the easy way to heaven,
If I love someone with no expectations,
If you love someone with no expectations,
If they love someone with no expectations,
If we love someone with no expectations,
we are better than our Gods,
who expect us to be good.