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POV : I'm Bored



The coconut palms, the gentle breeze, and the cuckoo's song
my dear, they sing of you every single day.
Even my folded veshti and the towel by my side
seem to tell your story, day after day.
The sari I bought for you
from the bustling market of Pollachi
still hasn't lost its vibrant colour...
just as my love for you hasn't faded.
At the edge of my shawl,
I tied a vow at Bannari Amman Temple,
but that promise remains unfulfilled.
 


The coconut palms, the gentle breeze, and the cuckoo's song
my dear, they sing of you every single day.
Even my folded veshti and the towel by my side
seem to tell your story, day after day.
The sari I bought for you
from the bustling market of Pollachi
still hasn't lost its vibrant colour...
just as my love for you hasn't faded.
At the edge of my shawl,
I tied a vow at Bannari Amman Temple,
but that promise remains unfulfilled.



Thenna maram kaathu... Kuyilu...paatu ketutu

Veshti... Thundu... Potutu

Pollachi santhai... Selai.. Vaangitu

Bannari amman koiluku sathiyam panna poraanga pola..

:bandid:
 


The coconut palms, the gentle breeze, and the cuckoo's song
my dear, they sing of you every single day.
Even my folded veshti and the towel by my side
seem to tell your story, day after day.
The sari I bought for you
from the bustling market of Pollachi
still hasn't lost its vibrant colour...
just as my love for you hasn't faded.
At the edge of my shawl,
I tied a vow at Bannari Amman Temple,
but that promise remains unfulfilled.

Kandupidichutaennn
 
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