In those sands of Times,
Like a ship on the tide,
My pensive emotion swayed,
Yet I found certain rhymes.
The thoughts of the bards,
Ever rang in my ears,
They my heart did pierce,
Yet I made certain words.
So I shed my joyous tears,
Over my own brain-child,
For whom I have toiled,
For all these long years.
Yet I made verses of flowers,
They speak in true colours.
Dr.S.Yesupatham,M.A.,M.Ed,D.Litt,
Indira Nagar,POLUR,T.Dist
Tamil Nadu.South India.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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