In The Holy Month Of December.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

In the holy month of December,
The snow silently settles in slumber,
in the north corner of the universe,
where our Lord Siva stays as our dear,

Praise our Lords singing of holy hymn,
stand on the two feet to regain our rights,
none born, taught and suffered with no might,
Our Gods are here forever as the dark and light,

Come on, kids, let us please our Gods,
They are no one else but in many forms,
as Mothers, fathers, children and friends,
Declare yourself as a Hindu to love them all,

Speak the truth and not cheat your partners,
to play in the display boards as the truant,
Don't spoil the family unit for the gold dust,
we are all Hindus to be with our masters.