The song bloomed in the air
The leaves listen the rhythm
The song born yesterday
The breeze bought it today
This song sings unheard melodies
The souls who don’t listen music are now listening
There are many songs like waves
But few stays on the shore
With the help of lyrics as sea, songs as waves
I would like to ashore myself
As it is my long goal
The cloud comes from that sea
It gives the rain with music
It is a rainy season in my mind
When Trees blossom poems
That is the time when..
future is near the gain
In the morning the poobalam* is heard
It promises the sadness will go away
Even if we live in darkness, It says..
the sun will shine on nights
That is the time when..
The future is near the gain
The song bloomed in the air
The leaves listen the rhythm
The song born yesterday
The breeze bought it today
*Poobalam - A raaga (typical scale) in south indian
classical music specifically sung on mornings.
Sutharsan Jeganathan is a Tamil poet and musician
from Colombo, Sri Lanka.
