Who Makes Us Strong? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The weakest point of life and heart,
Where everyone's illusion is kept to sort,
When everyone thinks that they are strong,
Not knowing the facts that are hidden to frown.

When we think that we are strong and bold,
Someone else knows our weakness of trust,
When the weakness is blown on our face as the storm,
The truth hurt us for life to remember and in gloom.

When the trust is essential for happiness and prosperity,
In rat societies of human, the fatty and cunning rats steal,
From the stocks, from the currencies, from the poor,
From the heart, when other rats think that they are safe and loved.

The weakest point in human life is, breaking of the news,
Of scandals, committed by the same people, not the strangers,
The trust is broken into pieces to poke the fleshy hearts,
The stronger human evolve from the tears, to torture others.