Thursday, August 26, 2010

Poem-Pongal

HARVEST FEAST (THAI PONGAL)

Milk Rice the Golden child came - granting

immeasurable ecstacy in her cooking

Farmers with the beauty of lion dream

a picturesque memory this new year gleam.

Elevated threshing floor courtyard the face-where

month of January gave love's kiss with rice share

abundance in red rice and charity - sweet

to the tongue January child glad to meet.

With the plough he tills the land - the ploughman

is the old man ladder of progress of all human.

Dark clouds and sun our life - milk rice

is dream field's harvested crop of rice.

Red sugar cane and saffron aplenty - flood

of happiness to sweep our country.

Rise, rise milk rice - bring smile

to the face of the poor, so rise milk rice.

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