Tup tup tup

Tup tup tup

When the sweat drops

Fell in rhythm

The melted muscle nerves

Tuned the song

Song was born along with the work

And the work became a pal of song

In ancient times on the shores of rivers

Creating the dwellings when people lived together

In the path of hunger flames and

In the chase of fulfilling the hunger

The breath that struggled

And the exhaustion is the first song

In those troubling forts

In that ever niggling ruling

Bending the neck, when carrying

The palanquin of the boss

Go on go on and go on –saying

Striving from head to toe

Oho ohm, the breath  

Became the folklore

Wedding work in the house of

Village head

Sharing among them

The women of the village

 Started pounding the grains

The pressure on lungs –

 Sound of hus hus

Turned into suvvi a song

And it raised’ high up

With in the oceans tummy

Like balloons that end up

In the hug of death

Everyday of Lives

 In the spill of rain and breeze

Swooping and swaying

Swelled up the fisherman song ‘haileso’

From the voice of a fisherman

 Beautiful life of hard work

Within it elegant trail of tone

Enraptured in course of work

When nature turns into a tune

Enchants the body

 When the wind turns into a flute

From the hearts of villagers

The palankini chorus moved on

The tools in their hands

When the ringing of them becomes a lute

Weight of the faltering steps

As drums thud

Entire earth is a stage of work forfeit

Working brothers are the base of this build