Green are the plains and hills,
White are the old mountains,
Robins dance with the daffodils,
Milky are the falling fountains.
Yonder echoing gleeful cukoo,
Sings a joyful strain,
She-bird it really wants to woo,
It's not love in vain.
All Wordsworthian Nature rich but-
The cursed hunger in childhood,
Who bothers and cares about that?
Make hunger an outlaw for good,
To school children MGR drops 'Manna'
A noble disciple of Dr.Anna.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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