Thupuhu D Vaddeo
Wild wavy west wind;
Joyously teasing lily garden of my beloved,
Blushing darling baby buds we love,
Tearing tender sprouts-thy flappy wing.
Come not now! She'll soon blast to bloom.
Yet, unruly swain! Came heaving dew at the peep of sun;
To thirst the buds in noon late sun
Lulling lushly flowers asleep when she'd promised early bloom.