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விண்ணில் தோன்றும் விண்மீன் எல்லாம் - தன்
வெளிச்சத்திற்கு விலை கேட்பதில்லை...
மண்ணில் பொழியும் மழையும் கூட - தன்
நீர் துளிக்குக் கணக்கு வைப்பதில்லை...
உன்னைப் பார்த்த அந்த நொடியில் - என்
உள்ளம் சொன்ன ரகசியமும் அதுவே...
ஏதும் இல்லா ஏழை நெஞ்சில் - உன்
அன்பு ஒன்றே பேரரசுப் பதவியே...

எதிர்பார்ப்பு இல்லாத பேரன்பு இதுதானோ...
எனை எனக்கே பரிசளித்த வரம் தானோ...
நிபந்தனைகள் ஏதும் இல்லா தூய காதல்...
நெஞ்சுக்குள்ளே நீ தந்த ஜீவ நாதம்...

காலம் மாறும் கோலம் மாறும் - நம்
காதல் மட்டும் மாறுவதில்லை...
தேகம் வாடிச் சுருங்கும் போதும் - இந்த
பாசத்தின் ஆழம் குறைவதில்லை...
உன் சந்தோஷம் ஒன்றே போதும் - என்
ஜென்ம சாபங்கள் தீர்ந்து போகும்...
சொல்ல வார்த்தை தேவையில்லை - நம்
மௌனமே காதலைத் தாங்கிப் பாடும்...

எதிர்பார்ப்பு இல்லாத பேரன்பு இதுதானோ...
எனை எனக்கே பரிசளித்த வரம் தானோ...
நிபந்தனைகள் ஏதும் இல்லா தூய காதல்...
நெஞ்சுக்குள்ளே நீ தந்த ஜீவ நாதம்...

விலை இல்லா பேரன்பே...
உயிர் உள்ளவரை உனக்காக மட்டுமே...

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