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O rain, That falls On the green That I love most Let me kiss Your tender chest Nobody to come, or go Alone, alone, alone, Have to bear the heat and odors of earth Was the world built by someone? In it, the marks of a kiss By me or you Is graffiti In Ethihad’s cabin Your name is Mariyamma, Mine is.. The sound of someone singing on earth Mother might be crying You might be singing Or else I might be muttering about myself There is only one place to say Peace, peace Your mother’s ****** Only one way to come out To go inside, at least a thousand ways, but All blocked With what Ammu, Ammini and you have earned Not as beasts, Not as humans, It was not father Or mother Who gave birth To us as us Someone else.. Will name a dream after you Will name another one after you If you miss at one, you will get it right at three I will give my name to the third dream A mouthful of grain is a word There is a mouth There is rice When these two combine You Like myself, So unbearable, Love. Children, Was it the food you ate Or the tall and hefty myself You or me You or me Please take with you The care and protection Of this SMS In the morning When Anxieties leave As I fight like a butcher, No, No, Preethi, from Maha Iranikkulam Calls me to take a bath in the temple pond Was it you Or me Or our children? Amma, Amma, Amma, Amen.
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
kuzhur
Golden land (Suvarnna bhumi)
O rain, That falls On the green That I love most Let me kiss Your tender chest Nobody to come, or go Alone, alone, alone, Have to bear the heat and odors of earth Was the world built by someone? In it, the marks of a kiss By me or you Is graffiti In Ethihad’s cabin Your name is Mariyamma, Mine is.. The sound of someone singing on earth Mother might be crying You might be singing Or else I might be muttering about myself There is only one place to say Peace, peace Your mother’s ****** Only one way to come out To go inside, at least a thousand ways, but All blocked With what Ammu, Ammini and you have earned Not as beasts, Not as humans, It was not father Or mother Who gave birth To us as us Someone else.. Will name a dream after you Will name another one after you If you miss at one, you will get it right at three I will give my name to the third dream A mouthful of grain is a word There is a mouth There is rice When these two combine You Like myself, So unbearable, Love. Children, Was it the food you ate Or the tall and hefty myself You or me You or me Please take with you The care and protection Of this SMS In the morning When Anxieties leave As I fight like a butcher, No, No, Preethi, from Maha Iranikkulam Calls me to take a bath in the temple pond Was it you Or me Or our children? Amma, Amma, Amma, Amen.
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