Father not born with a silver spoon,
Heaven and earth he moved,
Wanted to be rich anyhow soon,
Yet in abject poverty he remained.
His two sons delighted in idle talk,
Grieved father seriously thought,
His sons took life in to an easy walk,
An urgent meeting with his sons he sought.
"Sons I have no magic wand,
I forgot the exact place where I hid-
Our family treasure in our land ?
As he said,alas ! he immediately died.
Orphaned sons left no space,
They tilled all all the land all-out,
In search of treasure dug all the place,
Dismayed, sowed seeds throughout.
To their wonder the yield was higher,
By every harvest they became richer,
"Hard work" their amiable mother,
So they thanked their beloved father.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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