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Happy wedding day, perima and peripa!


Happy faces everywhere,

They sing together - in small pairs,

But the songs they sing don't match the day....

So I sang,

Happy wedding day perima and peripa!

We all are willing to sing, la la la la.....

Let's all join together,

And hum the tune,

'cause we are going to sing till noon!

Light the candles,

Chase the darkness!

And bring back our usual happiness,

The count of happiness should be excess!

For this day is the best....

Oh we all are here just to say,

That this day is here to chase away dismay,

And a wish from us to you!

You're the only ones who guide us through....


Happy Wedding day perima and peripa!!🙂
Love from Shriyandhaa and Shripradhaa🙂🙂🤗
Happy wedding day, perima and peripa!!!!!

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  1. மிகமிக நன்றாக இருக்கிறது உனக்கு மட்டும் எப்படி இப்படி எல்லாம் எழுத தோன்றுகிறது கற்பனை சக்தி மிக அதிகம் எல்லாம் பெருமாள் கடாட்சம் எல்லா வளங்களும் பெற்று வாழ்க பல்லாண்டு. அன்புடன் விஜி பாட்டி

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    1. மிக மிக மிக மிக நன்றி பாட்டி 🙂

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  2. Happy wedding day to Smt Shanthi and Shri Balaji May Guruvayur appan bless you with togetherness through out your Life and with aayul aarokiyam sowkiyam. Shriyandhaa and Shripradhaa your writing I enjoyed
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. Happy wedding Anniversary to Balaji and smt shanthi. My best wishes to them.
    Shriyandhaa, your write up is very good. God bless you and all of us.

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  4. Thank you so much for your wishes Sriyan... Blessings to you. Wonderful surprise to us in a way of a wonderful poem..

    @Babu Thatha- Thank you so much mamma for your wishes. Please bless us..🙏🙏

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