The plane is touching the cloud
What a great surprise
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In our villages -
The paddy fields are greenary
The sky is bluish
Our life only faded
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If I think about February 14 th
In every year -
A person is roaring in front of me
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I lost the poems
Which was written by me
In the early days of my life
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Why are you not
Identify the spiritual politics
At greenery kolli mountains?
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வசந்த கால தென்றலின் மென்மையான உணர்வு
மாமர மலரின் தலைமுடி மணம்
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For the dead leader
The silence paid by the tribute
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