Nourished by the breeze of Pannaipuram,
Imbibed deeply thro' the voice of Nature,
Fed with rustic lullabies- a 'varam',
Thou walked thro' thorns with thy will - thy teacher,
Drenched in all genres of musical notes,
Pace by pace thou did climb up the ladder,
Thou flew with music into people's thoughts,
And thy music is a healing doctor.
People's thoughts are of varied emotions,
And thou art sculpted by god of music,
Thy thoughts travel thro' diverse dimensions,
Music creates thee; thou learn its classic,
You're taught to write notes in varied versions,
Thy breath is music full of emotions.