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கட்டுப்பாடு இல்லையடா... இந்த காதலுக்கு எல்லை இல்லையடா!
சட்டம் போட்டுத் தடுத்தாலும்... அது சாயாது நில்லையடா!
கடல் அலையின் திசை அறியும்... என் காதலின் மொழி புரியும்,
விதி போட்ட கோடு எல்லாம்... என் கண்ணுக்குத் தெரியாதடா!


பூமிக்குள் வேர் தேடும் நீரோடைப் போலே,
நெஞ்சுக்குள் நான் தேடும் உயிர் நீயே அன்றோ!
வானவில்லில் ஏதுமொரு எல்லைக்கோடு உள்ளதோ?
நம் காதலின் பந்தத்திற்கு சான்றுகள் வேண்டுமோ?
காலங்கள் மாறினாலும்... நம் கவிதை மாறாதடா!


நெருப்புக்குள் வாசம் செய்யும் பனித்துளி நாமல்லவோ,
இருவருக்குள் ஒரு மூச்சாய் வாழ்கின்ற ஜீவனல்லவோ!
ஊர் சொல்லும் வார்த்தையெல்லாம் காற்றில் போகும் தூசியடா,
நீ சூட்டும் காதல்தான் என் நெற்றியில் பூசிய திருநீறடா!
உலகத்தின் விதிகளெல்லாம் நம் அன்பில் தோற்குமடா!

கட்டுப்பாடு இல்லையடா... காதலுக்கு எல்லை இல்லையடா...
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