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Indira Renganathan
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His passion is
Paddy cultivation
To the possible
Utmost extent
He does and reaps
A rich harvest
Always his hope is
The high sun
That he would be
Life long favoured
But
Sun should not breathe
Too closer to earth
He'll take away
Earth's breath giving
Drought instead of rains
So does his son
With a charisma
A bright smile
Giving a high hope
But
breaking his promise
Swindling the harvest
Betraying
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş