The Seeds Of South Indians Are Spilled In Sea. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The symbols are left everywhere,
On the path of our ancestors voyage,
The banyan trees are few hundred years old,
Tied with colorful threads to fulfill our wish,
The Lord Ganesh has undergone the name changing episode,
They call Him with an unique name of Elephant Buddha,
The land of Buddha has the statues of our first God,
Even in front of Isetan, Bangkok, people kneel down to pray,
The Hindu temple architecture is found in Ayodhya,
Our Gods are removed, but replaced with an Indian prince,
Chanting of prayers is heard and Gowtham is worshipped,
He is reclined and asleep, while the real history is modified,
The symbols are there, where our ancestors had gone,
In all parts of South East Asia, our forefathers spilled their seeds.