Weep Not At My Grave !

Tears wet my sunken eyes,
While I stand at this grave,
Sheds tears the uncertain skies,
Of the frail woman so brave.

Poor woman ne'er she did bother,
How she led the family all alone,
She but none, my own dear mother,
To live in misery she was born.

Cared for us all, but never,
A symbol of sacrifice of the soil,
She could never care for her,
Known only to struggle and toil.

I hear her voice,"Sons Be brave,
Do not weep at my grave ".

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.