Pongal: Tamil Soul in Harvest Light

Golden fields, in tender sways, kiss the dawn with silent praise. The mighty sun,

with gentle flame, crowns the earth in Pongal's name. In Mother's hands, the harvest gleams,

Father's sweat fulfills their dreams. Each grain a story, soft and old,

woven through lands of green and gold. Sweet smoke rises, pots overflow,

with milk and joy, our hearts bestow. Mango leaves and flowers twine,

in rhythms ancient, pure, divine. Language of love, timeless and warm,

binds us through each season's charm. For Pongal is not just rice and sun,

it's Tamil soul, forever one.