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S first published poem was 'Munnottu' (Forward) which appeared in a local weekly in 1946. His first poetry collection, Porutunna Soundaryam, came out in 1949. He published a book named Daahikunna Paanapaathram (The Thirsty Chalice) which was a collection of his early poems during 1946–1956.
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed-and gazed-but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
When is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Let's be a spring and gush from a stone;
Let's be cloud and rain over the world;
Let's be a willow and dance in drizzling rain;
Let's be dew and kiss the face of acacia;
Let's be a melody and wind in a desert;
Let's be love and make lovers frenzied;
Let's be a kindness sun and shine forever.
Smelling the earth coming alive
The sun warm upon your face
Slowing your pace.
It's spring, glorious spring
Days are warmer, longer
People friendlier
Time to lay back
Heave a sigh
And await the blooming of the lilacs.
It's spring, glorious spring
It makes me want to sing
To dance and jump for joy
Winter was so long
And now at last it's gone
The first flowers have sprung
The scent, the aroma of spring.
Which fills a human heart with so much pride?
Is it that it soars effortless above the Earth
That steals us from our own limits & dearth?
Trapped in our seas of befuddling sludge
We try and try but cannot budge.
And then to see a mortal; with such ease take wing
Up in a breeze that makes our failing spirits sing?
Do we, vicarious birds, search in it our childishness –
When we too were young & yearned in heart to fly?
Taking flights of fancy through adolescent nights
Listening little, heeding less, knowing not why?
From its highest perch in the forest of snow
Majestic – the Eagle soars alone.
Riding thermals, lording clouds
Till dropping silent from the sky as a stone
But we, so quick and ready to fold
Give up our wings at the whiff of age
Losing years, cursing time, wasting spirit
Living out entire lives in futile rage!
Roll along, roll along
Old Man River as your
Rolling one can hear your song.
Thundering along under majestic
Blue skies, while birds fly up high.
Rolling past fields of golden wheat and corn
Past children watching steamboats
And babies newly born.
Past white cotton fields
Cities and towns
Rolling along to the sea.
Mighty Mississippi
Cradle and roll me
Roll me home.
Old Man River
Your waters a raging
Steamboats puttering along
Take me with you
Take me to the Mardi Gras
As you roll along to the sea.
You are our Gardener
You watch over us
Take care of us
And love us
We can go in whatever direction we please
All on what you have tough us
We can be beautiful and bright
Dim and sorrowful
We can grow wild
Or calm
We can grow tall
Or short
We can make many
Or we can have none
But there are some who are rejected and end up.....
Dead
These die
They don't come back
But don't worry
Don't fret
For those who have died
Will help the others grow
But there are some
Some who live only as...
Monsters
The worst part is
Some of these die....
But only the worst live.
And they
They multiply
Lush and prosperous it is seen.
People breathe fresh air.
Pollution is very rare.
Cattle graze in the pasture.
They relax in stylish posture.
Scarecrows guard the farms.
Tractors plough the fields.
Atmosphere is uncontaminated.
Air is not wee bit polluted.
Muddy are the roads.
Trees decorate the sides.
Coconut, palm and mangrove;
In the fields, paddy and maize they sow.
There is a well after every mile.
Women walk and talk with a smile.
Fishes swim in the river.
Children bathe and shiver.
Ducks float in the pond.
There is fragrance of mud in the wind.
Farmers work hard braving cold waves' beat.
They protect their crops from summer's heat.
Warm is their welcome.
They greet all who come.
Food for all is grown and cultivated.
Harvest time is celebrated.
Farm houses are a delight.
Vineyards and orchards are a heavenly sight.
Countryside is divine.
Like cities it is not a ravine.
Nature is in abundance.
Greenery is galore.
Countryside dwellers are simple and straight.
Their lifestyle is uncomplicated and upright.
It is nature's abode.
Shall we call it greenery's pride!
Following their leader
He stands tall
With a proud smile
Protecting them from evil
Goats are so gray and stern
Refusing to fallow a fool dressed in robes.
They walk on their own
Always running from danger
The sheep are led
By the fool
Into a house they've never seen
A strange man walks to them
And takes a knife
And slaughters them
The goats look through the window
Seeing their sheep friends
On plates
In pots
Covered in sweet and sour sauce.
The same man comes at them
The goats baa and kick
And run from the hills
Back to their field of grass and freedom.
ECSTASY
By Victor Hugo
I was alone beside the sea, upon a starry night,
And not a cloud was in the sky, and not a sail in sight;
Beyond the limits of the world far stretched
my raptured eye,
And the forests and the mountains, and nature all around,
Seemed to unite in questioning,
in vast and mingled sound,
The billows of the ocean, and the splendor of the sky.
And the golden stars of heaven,
in their unnumbered crowd,
With harmonies ten thousand,
with voices clear and loud, Replied,
as low they bended down their radiant crowns of flame -
And the blue floods that naught
has power to govern or arrest,
Malayalam Poem Lyrics
Replied, as low they bended down,
the foam upon their crest -
'The Lord, our great Creator, His glory we proclaim!'
Odor of fertilizer and manure, he breathes.
Field's fertility builds his vitality.
He dreads monsoon's hostility.
Season's rains he prays for, all the while.
Thunder and lightening make him smile.
Those dark clouds and streaks of light bring tears.
That sound and sight is a treat to his eyes and ears.
His fields earn his bread and butter.
That he grows our food is true to the last letter.
Unseasonal rains crash his crops.
Sight of dead fields kills his hopes.
Starvation and suffering knock at the door.
Debts and loss ground him to the floor.
Helpless and hopeless is this son of toil.
Unnatural end buries him under tons of soil.
Merciless monsoon's fury does not seem to end.
More and more sons become victims of this fiend.
Mother Nature's ways are weird and scary.
She isn't always an angel or a fairy.
Around them butterflies hover;
Bud begins to bloom.
Petal after petal blossom;
Amidst the petals is pollen.
Petals are not even.
Geometrical is not the pattern.
Free hand is the design.
In the sunlight, they beautifully shine.
Under the moon light too, they are fine.
Silky and smooth is the texture.
Grafting does a multicoloured mixture.
Flowers are daughters of nature.
Dainty petals are their salient feature.
They are the beauty of flower.
This is lost during severe winter.
Petals emit a lovely fragrance.
It creates a pleasant ambience.
As a flower they decorate the vase.
As themselves, they decorate the home of elite class!
They float in waters.
This disintegration least matters;
To the hearts made of metal!
It does matter to the petal.
They prefer to wither and fall.
Rather than becoming the decoration of a hall.
They stay with the flower or plucked out;
Petals' beauty stays thro' out.
Crocus cups in early spring,
Daffo- dills in natural drift
Tulips bright, the spirit lift.
Orchard branches creamy white
Promising fruit for winters night,
Cherry blossom, blousy pink,
Cups of nectar for bees to drink.
Summertime, brings roses fair,
Perfumed herbs to scent the air,
Honeysuckle climbs the walls
Jasmine in it's branches crawls.
Exotic lilies, homely sage,
Grow side by side, as on a page,
Cumfy chair and planting book
Plans to change the garden look.
Daisies sprinkled on the lawn,
Polka dots where grass is shorn,
Shrubs of every colored hue,
Larkspur spire, sways graceful blue.
Runner beans twine round the stick,
Brambles wait to fingers prick,
Nectar flows from our flowers
Gathered by bees in sun and showers
Beeshives buzz, as honey flows
Scented sweetness, golden glows, .
Fruits and berries ready now.
Apples laden on the bough
Upon us now, Autumnal feel,
Naked trees, falling leaves reveal,
Bonfire smoke and harvest done,
Bees are missing summer sun.
Winter time, and flowers are few,
Slumbering under frozen dew,
Holly berries paint the hedge,
Hungry birds hide in the sedge.
The bee garden sleeps, silent n still
Waiting for springtime's quickening thrill,
The bees are resting from their labor,
Snuggled up to Queen and neighbor.
The yearly cycle never fails,
To fill with honey, many pails,
My bees have flowers by the score,
In the garden I adore..
On the back of the winds
And floats on the stream of air.
He dips his wing
In the mist of the clouds
Claiming the sky his own.
The nightingale
In his cage of gold
Rarely sees the sky.
He envies the birds
With unclipped wings, while
He has nothing to do but sing
The nightingale sings
A song of envy,
A song of sorrow,
A song of rage,
A song of longing,
For the one thing he can't have.
Freedom.
An eagle thinks of another breeze
And the fat mice on a grassy field
And the soft winds through the yielding trees.
The nightingale stands on the brink of reality,
Awaiting the night of dreams and fantasies.
Longing for the freedom of flight
The eagle lands on morning dewed grass
As the sun rises in the east.
The nightingale sings his final song
As the sun sets in the west.
Is an island of many a mountain.
It seems so parched, rocky and dry,
A blazing sun and a burnished sky,
Oh! How I wish - for a watery fountain!'
An ancient olive
Clings to the mountain,
Laden branches, and twisted root,
The Cretan sun gently ripens the fruit,
Oil will be pressed - a deep green fountain.
Honeybees buzz
Around the mountain,
A hundred hives in blue and white,
The Cretan sun encourages flight,
Honey will flow - a golden fountain
A nimble goat
Traverses the mountain,
Spindly legs, on a stony track,
The Cretan sun caresses her back,
Milk she will give - a pure white fountain;
A Vineyard lies
At the foot of the mountain,
Ordered rows in historic shape,
The Cretan sun softly kisses the grape,
Wine will be made – a blood red fountain.
'Yes! Crete
Is an island of many a mountain,
It may seem colorless, dry and severe,
But the Cretan sun works magic here,
Blessing the land – with a bountiful fountain.'
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The world is turning white again
But my heart is yearning
For spring again.
It's snowing
But I know
That the birds of spring
Are returning
And I feel so sad
That they won't find
Spring here.
Because the snow
Has blanketed the ground
Once more
And closed the spring door.
It's snowing
And I'm dreaming
Of crocuses
And blossoming apple trees.
The world has turned
Into a white wonderland
But for me –
I wish that the grass was green
And the sun did gleam.
October moment.
I relent.
To let
your shot of igneous color -
dying color,
stifle mine.
Above. Jealous of your
blanket sky.
Take me too and too.
Heavy feet.
We tread your carpet
down.
Darker than before.
And your bleeding reds,
swallow,
ingest - in dying mess,
the hurt of those
who walked
on me.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
By Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! Too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?'Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
Malayalam Poem Lyrics In Malayalam
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
I creep and crawl through every swamp and valley
Touching every leaf and holding every branch
Surrounding every rock and cooling every stream
Playing with the leaves that dance on my shoulders
I am the Wind.
I cradle nature's breath in my arms
Rocking it back and forth
Singing to it my sweet lullaby
Kissing its tender face with my gentle breeze
I am the Wind.
I instruct the tall grass to bow before me
Ruling over the leaves and governing the water
Telling the rain when to fall
Commanding even the waves of the ocean to obey me
I am the Wind.
Nature has given me more than one task
I work to complete them all
I fly with the birds and run with the cheetahs
I guard the baby as she sleeps and watch over the dogs that howl at the moon
I play with the hair of a sleeping child
I race the cars on the highway
I dance around the corn fields at dusk
I watch the world begin to slumber and am there at its waking
I am the Wind.
Tornados are mere toothpicks for my teeth
Hurricanes are but drizzling rain
Blizzards lose their footing without me as their foundation
Rooted as the source of storm and tempest, I will not budge
I am the Wind.
I hold the stars and stripes of many flags
Helping the countries show them with pride
I collide with the sails of boats
Catching my feet they make me pull them along
I am the Wind
I pull the leaves off of the trees like apples
Laying them carefully on the ground to sleep
Letting them rest under a blanket of snow till they wake
I am the Wind.
I carry the seed of dandelions on my back
Washing it with my breeze
And planting it in the soft earth beneath my feet
I cool it while I blow through pursed lips
And bring clouds to quench its thirst
Soon my work is done
I am the Wind.
Curling my fists at the mountains that stand in my way
Disobeying the gravity of man
Defying even life itself as I live on forever
A Bird Came Down the Walk
By Emily Dickinson
A Bird came down the Walk-
He did not know I saw-
He big an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass-
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass-
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around-
They looked like frightened Beads,
I thought-
He stirred his Velvet Head
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home-
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam-
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
Leap, plashless as they swim.
Such a site
The white, pink and purple blossoms
Wafting perfume in the air.
Right outside my front door
What a true delight!
The garden transformed
Into a rainbow wonderland.
Sunny days of May
Made delightful
By the blooming lilacs
In colorful hues.
A swirl of whites, pinks and purples
Swinging in the breeze
Perfume wafting through the windows
Is what happens
When lilacs bloom!
Past hurts if painful, present u should build to be securing,
Future will come with love, be hopeful!
Focus hard on yourself, satisfy in moments,
Relish life n be tasteful,
If joy is in sharing, try it!
Command yourself to be sticking,
World is big, small thoughts makes it tiny,
Everywhere you have love, every where there is rain,
Take a walk outside your house,
Talk to people in that lane,
See the sun for 5 min,
Ask him why he is there alone from long,
He shines and make people smile,
Be the sun, have big fun,
Pray before god, play cricket,
Take some wicket,
Be naughty, explore your passions,
Mark your goals and objectives,
Support is always not there,
It's good to be proactive,
Dance in rains, sit underneath the tree,
Talk to him, he will always listens to you,
Like a silent friend,
He will tell you,
Why some things are not permanent?
At times we feel, because feeling is there,
At times we repent,
N feel that wasted was that we together spent,
But in life some things are not permanent,
They are like seasons, they only come for some reasons,
They fade away for their freedom,
Your life is not a joke,
It's not to be repented for some strokes,
You have the strength to overcome,
Believe in it! You are strong,
Believe in it! But finally
It's good to be busy!!
It's good to be busy!!
