When the dirt from the hot tear of my eyes, <br />Fall into the oyster thoughts of my urging mind, <br />I harvest pearls of various grades and sizes, <br />Tie together to keep on the altar in masses. <br /> <br />When the critical storms shaken up my rigid thinking, <br />I sway side by side for the storm to get pacified, <br />I pick up the lost momentum to think better, <br />and enjoy the aftermath of the stormy weather. <br /> <br />When the shades of spirits haunt me for fun, <br />I would play with them to startle them with my wits, <br />The threatened spirits run away for their dead life. <br />I move on with my own life without the nuisance of evils.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-as-usual/
