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Of the Indian villages
Filled with goodness
Of the fields, lakes, peaks and seas.
Wanders the mind
Like the grazing cattle
Scattered on the hillside
From the slopes of the valleys.
Where rural children
Gather cluttering seeds
That fall free from the tree.
The music of temple bells
Heralds the peaceful return
Of the doves to their coop.
The lush green fields
Rich in grains
That the winged friends indulge in,
The land of “kunjan”,
Kerala, the god’s own country.
Discrimination
Loneliness makes me graze
In the spiritual valley,
There the beautiful land follows me
And becomes lyrics of magic.
The light of night gleams
And the gleam reflects,
Due drops shower on my mind,
My mind of discrimination.
Vales
Snow falls across the deep valley
Like clouds,
Like sailing chariots,
Across the misty sky.
Alone you outrun
The hills that fly
Like a dot you overshadow
The golden rays
From hill to hill.
You spread yourself like
A dark woollen blanket,
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Childhood
As twilight spreads its blue wings
And the nightingale sings,
A thousand dreams unfold
As the sweet pomegranates bloom.
The sweet petals unfold
And wield the pollen dust
Heralding the song and dance of
The rustic maiden.
NISHAGANDI
Listening to the sorrow of a small little flower,
I sat down in the dawn for a long time,
In the blue moonlight,
Somebody had stolen her nectar.
While she distributed
The fragrant smell for other hearts,
A wandering fly had come,
Had stolen her nectar and was gone.
With this great grief,
Her petals slowly close,
Who would know my sorrow
At this phenomenon?
NEELA KURINJI
The pouring crimson hues from oil
Instilling the fragrance of sandal,
Your blossom overspreading
The snow-covered valleys.
The forests awake
To behold your wild beauty,
The blue fowl swims
Across the wild streams.
Under the blanket of snow
That hides the valley
You appear every 12 years
To make heaven on earth.
To change the colour
Of the earth,
To fill our dreams
Like the divine stream.
DREAM
Twilight sets in,
The birds fly homeward
To their nest,
The silvery ribbon sails across
The darkening skies,
A light breeze wafts through
The glass window panes,
The silver stars twinkles in the sky.
The pangs of emotion rise from within
Towards the blue sky
And borrow a blue lily from the heavenly lake
And places within its bosom,
There it nurtures with the warmth of life
In an earthen pot.
The spirit embodies itself in this earthen pot
And bursts forth into the five elements,
From which originates many twilights,
Hence this beautiful blue lily bloom,
The golden rays of solace and hope
Now spreads itself in the radiance of the world
Symbolised by the crescent moon in the blue sky.
The engulfing darkness which blankets
The sleeping hills and valleys,
Now heralds the glistening rays
Of the golden rising sun
The rustic beauty of the village fence
Overladen with flowers of various hues,
Visited by the angels of the earth
Fluttering about to greet
The dawn of hope.
