Sila Aasaigal

Nijamaaga Nee
Nizhalaaga naan
Nichchayamaai theengu
Nerungaadhu unai
Naan paarkka
Ninaithaen dhinamum

Neruppendru therindhum
Niththilamae unn
Nachcharippu vaendum
Nidhamum enakku
Nigarilla devathayae

It’s a Cycle

You happened to be my March rain
that for sure was not an ordain

It was indeed amain
became hard for me to abstain

Indeed like providence again
felt good to be just plain

I’ve learnt to fain
even with all my humanly constrain

Only obvious you had to disdain
for it would cause some distain

I’m used to pain
whats happening is not in vain

Hate to be that blain
only fair you had to complain

Be sure to be ascertain
It definitely is not in lain