Giving rose is a theft;
Its a prize
By god to rose-plants;
Then
How can i give it to you
As a prize?
If one draws the picture of rose
How can you smell
The fragrance of it..?
The Seed of the flower
spread by god
Are the eyes of the women!
The moon is not bathing
Not drenching in falls
But it spread its shine
In river drops...
When love
leaves you alone
Meditation starts to loving you..!
When you compare
With grass or weed
Human being is nothing
Beware of thefts;
Your smile should not
Loose you...
At any stage
Crow sings a song
On bark of a tree
To regain
Flowers And leaves "
My sight of heart
Makes the river
To flow in the moon"
Because Of dewdrops
A grass
Is taking Sun bath
Waiting is not permanent
ALso the thing
Which we get after it
fades the same...
Poem on Dreamsource by Kavignar Vairabharathi
Translation by Chandru V
Dream comes true
We fly out with our dreams!
To make a way to grow!
The path is filled with blossoming flowers !
Even though it has thorns in it we continue our journey!
We know your needs and give u life!
Your growth is a gift for us!
We open any door through the key of happiness!
We enlighten a life to make them grow!
We are your breathe and always we come along with u!
Your thoughts are always kept floating high!
Land is never dry!
Flowing air cannot be paused!
Life will not go anywhere and u need not cry!
We don’t say the word “no” anymore!
And there is no limit for anything!
Day is not murky!
Success continues and not stopped!
