Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran (8.8.1952 / Manakad)
Phailin of corruption
Brings rain of lies to hide files of truth
And crush simple innocence; then,
Wipe out democracy: a system of political faith.
When “the life became nasty, brutish and short”
The state emerged and developed through realms:
Autocratic, democratic again in to turbulent state.
The virtues and the vices fight for empowerment
Vijayadasami drips tears of Kunti and Gandhari.
Before Personalities Divine-
Bharatmata groans for liberation.
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