We played with the rain,
That started as the stain,
Wetted our clothes with fun,
Soaked us in cool chillness,
We run with the sun,
That darkened our skin,
Sat under the tree to breathe,
Leaving all exasperation of heat,
We played with the sand,
That deposited between the toes,
And in the nails when scrapped,
Sand to build the home and dome,
We played with the fire,
When our young corns are tastier,
Roasted in our vast fields that is parted,
Even the neighbors chicken not spared,
Saw our friends drank the milk from goats and cows,
Paddy field rats were caught and dissected,
With simple razors to see the internal organ loads,
The heart was still beating in stolen chloroform,
The land is so spacious for every one of us has fun,
We treat the lovers of our friends as siblings,
Wives of the uncle like human as aunties,
Teasing and seeking trivial joke out of innocence,
Our life is great, not the games of genes.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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