When they put the thilak on your foreheads, <br />They hoped that you would return intact, <br />But you stayed back wherever you went, <br />Picking up the concubines of native tribes. <br /> <br />Leaving them, the single mothers back on our lands, <br />Raising the children in hardship with the help, <br />Of relatives and friends, shame on seafarer, <br />Tamils of Chola Dynasty, Shame on you. <br /> <br />And the descendant of your ill bred notoriety, <br />In all countries of South East Asia and in India, <br />They had bred the sons, who like to forget, <br />All woes and troubles in hard liquor and whores. <br /> <br />Still don't know how to tame the poverty, <br />Bulls that ruin our hay less field of hearts, <br />Still don't know how to pull the fangs of, <br />Insufficiency to be sufficient and happy. <br /> <br />Still don't know how to get water, <br />From the falls that are not very far, <br />Still believe that their ancestral fathers, <br />Would return with ship loads of golden feathers. <br /> <br />As we are the descendant of the single mothers, <br />Who were abandoned by the cowards, <br />Who called themselves as the valiants, <br />Children of slum, huts and poverty. <br /> <br />Wake up! we are too late already, <br />To catch the fast train of prosperity, <br />We are too slow to look into nasty, <br />Ideology that helps the hypocrisy. <br /> <br />We are too drowsy to identity, <br />That we have almost lost my modesty, <br />Pick up the loin cloth and tie it tightly, <br />We have no time to remain on the laps, <br />Of weeping mother and sweet talking spouse. <br /> <br />We have to plough our own land, <br />To grow our own prosperity plants.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sons-we-have-our-land-to-plough/
