. Yesterday you swayed

. Yesterday you swayed

Yesterday you swayed the swing
Today you forgot even mother’s milk
Work not so soon, no jail for the childhood
Let me tie anklets with my kisses
Let me write tomorrows songs with your eyes.

Hands are the newborn leaves the new flourished petals
You are the lines on the forehead of the nation – the leaves of banana
You are the infants
The growing fruits of mother tree

Why do you the flower behind a leaf
Have the battle of life
Don’t clean the slippers
Don’t wash the cups
Whether you know or not
It turns black if you touch coal
Whether you know or not
It burns if you touch the fire

Though promised on the fire the elders never pay heed
You are the oxygen in the factories of matchboxes
See that Savakasi the demon of the children

They never let you play hide and seek
They never let you go to schools wit a slate and pencil
They never allow you to play happily as parrots
They made a guillotine to the childhood with the work of slates
The jail it’s a factory of dreams

Mother made a palace of air with bangles of her wedding
She made you the kings in that palace
In the glass industry where the fire furnaces blaze
A mother‘s illusions could be seen
The fingers worn out and a century with in six years
Fixing the petite hands as queries
Ask the elders with low brain
If they hinder
The right to sing play and study
The downfall alone will be there for the country
This is not dissent
This is the curse of the young children