Wherever it flows, it acquires the color, <br />Odor and collects the minerals from others, <br />Rushing in pressure covering in foamy pleasure, <br />Calm as the space with crystal clear gesture, <br />Ambitious to get rid of all its dirty desires, <br />When it showered as the thirst quenching water, <br />It was clean, as the air had no contaminators, <br />When it showers now, it mixes with diseased factors, <br />Dissolves the acidic vapor, manmade slaughters, <br />On the hills and mountains, where the Sun, the torcher, <br />Carrying the secret love of flamers and bloomers, <br />Intensity is richer, so every nook and corner clearer, <br />Not yet polluted, still vigilant as destroyer and protector, <br />The collaboration between the heat and particle matters, <br />The betrothal of pumping fuels and effervesce flavors, <br />Our muscled pendulum in our teethed enclosure, <br />Very flexible to taste the words with additive mixture, <br />A pair of windows flips up and down, to let the intruder, <br />Of yet to take rest radiator, Electromagnetic flyer, <br />Contaminate these generations of copiers, <br />When they are warm and hot, they are merrier, <br />When they are cold and sad they become the distillers, <br />Leaving the heavy matters and start to shed the tears.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-are-good-for-soul/
