Once I had a golden dream,
I saw ten thousand kids weep,
On the banks of Tennyson's stream,
For bread and butter without sleep,
They took bath and drank one by one,
In good faith to banish their hunger,
Waters of Lethe failed,hunger not undone,
Hungry children moved,could wait no longer.
In vain many a stream they witnessed,
Children's queue moved to a river near.
Spell-bound drank,found hunger reversed,
Shocked to see an holy angel so dear.
The blessing angel smiled to go,
"I'm your MGR" reverberated the echo.
Yesupatha Savarimuthu.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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