This song of your memory brings along
The memorable days spent in each others arms
How friendly are the caravan of floating clouds
They come with bliss only, no rain or no storms
Let us live each moment with smiles
There comes day breaks after each night
The song of memory brings together
Two separated souls after years
Listen to the cry of the oppressed
They want two times meals in life
Never build your dreams home
On the hutment of poor and destitute
Beware of nature fury my friend
Lest you become victim of your wrong doing
The increasing gap between poor and rich is sign of
Impending tsunami lurking behind from the horizon.
By Mamutty chola
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes never build your house on Poor's cost.