Bold And Beautiful! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Are you the one, my dear,
Gone for the plastic shears,
Wearing the cream of shrouds,
Hiding all flip and flop threads,
Battered is your loving heart,
Steaming is your scheming thought,
Loving is the art, not sold in the mart,
Having the boots, still thorns poke and hurt,
Either the soul is weak or temptation is sharp,
Let us roam through the abandoned towns,
Where we can find the empty hearts down,
Let us pick up each and everyone,
That all wait for something boon,
You and we can make the globe, the crown,
Erase away the marks of frown,
When I am deemed to be your love,
I don't want to shy away to be a coward.