Friday, March 7, 2014

IRAIVAN VENDUMAMMA

One of the childhood songs what we could have been heard in my home only.. thanks to my Father..

The starting tune flowed on the mind.. where 1000s of bow hairs rubs on the violins up and down repeatedly..
God, [we] wantamma..
His mercy, [we] needamma..
in the peaceful groves, he is a BREEZY AIRamma..
in the time Humanities leaves, the same he is a HEAVY STORM AIRamma
on hearts who seek love, He is a COOL STREAMamma
on hearts who seek selfishness, the same he is a RAGE STREAMamma..

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