Arivazhagan Kaivalyam

Song of my life remains in my ruined home,
When you grave me my tikes will play that song,
A bud is due to flourish tomorrow in my garden,
Your missiles can't cease them efflorescence,
...

Oh Soldiers, After all the formalities,
Don't forget to pluck a Yellow Rose from the Border,
Don't forget to catch a Butterfly from a Bunker's wall,
Don't forget to collect a teddy from a destroyed home,
...

I am an Untouchable star of Midnight,
Lonely flower of a wide garden,
Smiling child of a wall poster,
Tiny fish of a lotus pond,
...

You may not see the thick wool of separation
which I wear, the dry sticky smile of you which
always stains on that, Your memories float in
time like an old autumn leaf......
...

Your words were played like a music
through the driblets in my roof,
Your smile floats like a birds
wing in the Golden rays of sun,
...

Standing on the banks of an unnamed river,
Watching flamingos painting to the sky above,
Butterflies reclaim and play your words from
the float of an ancient land through yazh string,
...