Wanni is a land so arid and dry,
It beckons me I don't know why.
In early Eighties it lured me back
To a school in Anura city to teach in my prime.
It was a lone trek from farm to school,
Back in the evening to the land I love.
Roads were dusty and the nights were dark
A farmer I was loving the ox and the yoke.
Alluring was she blooming in her late teens,
Coy were the looks, come hither eyes flicked.
Being the teacher I had no choice,
But be prudent and just be nice.
Youngsters many so lively and bright,
It was a pleasure to be some source of light.
Going down the lane later in life,
I am happy that I was with them some time.
There were two whose sight my eyes sought,
One was dark and very upright.
The other was a Twiggy with melody in her voice,
Had to cross the Rubicon not knowing what's in guise.
Ears were lulled but at what a price,
Melody in her voice I chose for my life.
With a lot of dreams -Do dreams come true,
I love the Dream let me sleep on.
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