The lawyers argue well to trick the weak.
Clever speech of the leaders soars to peak
to cheat the people to vote.
The bold sounds of quakes you note.
Whispers of the in-laws make the home reek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I heard that they had built rows of towers out of ill gotten money. India is my country, all indians are my brothers and sister and I love my country and her flaws......suriyanai parthuvettom aanaal vidiyalai parkkavillai, nam thamil naddil! ! ! !