The cute and small flowers of Neem,
Taste as bitter as the bitter guard,
These drop as the yellow snowflakes on the ground,
In the month of April and May, making the velvety carpet,
For the poor not to feel the hard earth,
But to immerse in the luxury of the flower bed,
The sweet salad made out of Neem still tastes bitter,
Our elders whispered the life is full of ups and downs,
Sweet and bitter memories, so serve the food,
Those can trigger the taste buds to send the message to the brain,
Accept the bitter and sweet moments as the same,
The life is full of sweet and bitter moments,
The life has the hard and soft solutions to the problems,
On the banana leaf, we are served varieties of dishes,
To understand what the life trees can offer us,
Since we are young and it is sculpted on the stone walls,
Of our hearts, none can change or alter it,
we are as close as the thieves, not to reveal the secrets,
we believe our ancestors more than the modern psychiatrists.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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