This poem is dedicated to My Sister Lakshmi Priya and her Blessed Home...
Her Eyes sings to the sky,
The sky sings back a poem....
She makes me eat a mile,
She sings life a song in Heaven’s thrum....
Her Hands boils me Pongal,
Chicken to sing her keerai ping ball....
In a porcelain glass she drops Heaven’s ensemble...
My tongue open’s hunger’s Blessed Stall....
Her eyes is a Blessing,
The thyme is a Brother’s missing...
Her smile is Heaven’s kissing,
A sister she is to me in God’s blessing....
Hope sings to me precious,
She is my Life and my breath...
Her smile is the most gracious,
Plenty I shall rhyme as her arms is the most spacious...
