The cry of the poor nations echoes,
The agony, teardrops and throes,
The people face a murky tomorrow,
Unheard and unsung,sink in sorrow.
The world has lost all brotherhood,
Conscience too somewhere hath fled,
In eloquent silence people grieve,
Amid torturing woes they yet live.
And so the teardrops still echo,
Cry for panacea who doth know?
All that human love,the world shuns,
Man after man in misery runs.
Oh! he hath failed to learn from Nature,
And to build a happy home for future,
When the sweeping waves of tears surge,
Alas ! the world can't but submerge.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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