In my old home
Cherries are in bloom
But I'm far off.
On a hilltop
Distressed man prays
Go winter, come spring.
Autumn dusk
Outrageous wind blows
No leaves to fall.
Plantation workers
Work in muddy soil
In harvest no turmoil.
In to the window
I see flowers red
A sea of red.
Stars in the trees
Are but flowers
Monkeys do visit.
The hell is empty
Devils in the neighbourhood
Play out of tune.
Bloom or doom
Let flower to live
Glut of the eye.
Sings Vaigai river
A new song
In cherished Tamil.
Fighting for water
Cauvery dispute
Discounts our repute.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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