You Are An Innocent Child, Waiting For Gifts! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

YOU always have the visitors,
Holding and clutching the wonders,
YOU invite everyone with good gesture,
Though the presents of them differ,
A few carry the bouquets of flowers,
Imported from the soiled brothers,
A few set the vases in their altars,
Distributing communion and wine for ever,
A few chant the verses since the day break,
A few prostrate with their limbs flat,
A few kneel down on the humble floor,
A few bring roses other bring lotus,
A few cook the sweetmeat for dessert,
A few slaughter and offer you the meat,
A few cover their body with holy ash and clothes,
Not showing YOU what they have and hide,
YOU smile at them with the same smirk,
Bless everyone to have their desires fulfilled,
Before they go and commit with the work,
Work of theft, robbery and molestation,
Task of manipulation, swindling and corruption,
Wars of hearts, minds, bodies and nations,
Are YOU too cheap to receive YOUR portion,
Of reward after every ill doing against compassion,
What are YOU? Are YOU bigger than the universe?
We have our hearts pure and sweet as nectar,
Soft as silk, fragile as the glass,
Glittering as the experience of cut diamonds,
Cool as the Moon and hot as the sun,
No harms have been done to be tainted,
When we offer our hearts as the precious gifts,
Why do YOU always let us suffer and regret?
Are YOU so ignorant to differentiate good from evil?
Are you an innocent child, like to play with fire?