Tribute To Two Little Birds Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Oh, Kirupa, Ranja
You two little birds
Still twinkling and entwining
With a pleasant smile
In my memory innocence are you
Only my heart knows
How to prove it, single handed
Except the burning tears
Burst out of my inflicted heart.

What did you remember at your last moment
Your mother and sisters
Who are bitterly crying and weeping
And the mobike you rode the other day
Still lies with silence.

Your early grave brought by the respectable saints
Who struggle in search of a crown for me.
Is the holy crown which I have been respecting
Fallen into a dirt ditch for a moment?

I am one who shed tears
Even for the squeezing of a little flower
And even a heart made of iron
Would surely melt over your death
Oh, you two birds.

Still in my memory
You twinkle and twinkle
With pleasant smile
How to forget your free movement
Here and there in your little sky!

And your deaths are wages of whose sin?

Yet, I still need the crown
My freedom, its true
Let them come with clean hands
And knock at my door
Sometimes I may accept it
Or else, who needs it?
Let a stray dong bite and eat
And comrades,
Let me go to the forest again
I want the resurrection of my crucified
Two little flowers.