Monsoon

Father sun isn't rude anymore For he is in his transition chore more Aippasi is all set at Libra's door Farther monsoon is nearer to pour Heigh ho sing, 'clouds are scudding forth' Sultry souls are out to graze In the field of showery grace Aippasi embarks on with reverent mirth Sunbaked earth is in quenching race Monsoon is merry with magnified girth Interim events illumine monsoon Celebrated celestials marry soon Sin-hewn demons defeated to maroon Ravana, Narakasura slain to a festive boon Heigh ho sing merrily 'merry merry Deepavali' May the ignorant heart doesn't croon But let the lit up soul tune Monsoon thence on cloud nine rapturously Monsoon is heaven of bliss-immune Say so, a harp of pattering music lively Monsoon is dexterously good Yet sometimes opens its monstrous hood Thamiraparani expels Kurukkuthurai Lord Even so spears Tharaka, Padmasura the Lord Heigh ho sing, 'vel vel vetrivel vetrivel' Marries happily Valli the victorious Lord Enlights the house of earth monsoon savvied Abashed monsoon assures to shrivel Leaving its imprint in wintry cold Say so 'may His fulgency our pride too quell