Eating one's own word,
When he changes his colors,
Makes him a coward,
He is a man without valors.
He is called a coward,
Often he changes side,
Surely he goes unhonoured,
Thus he makes the gulf wide.
Having changed will he be there?
Little creature like chameleon,
Question issues next place where?
Weeps for him on and on,
She in her eyes with tears,
Gets he rage somehow to kill her,
To him daily appears,
Poorthing ! so she often changes color.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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