Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran (8.8.1952 / Manakad)
Misty veil covered all the hills
And its heart with golden rays fills.
Cowards hide well behind the logs
Under fog the stags and the frogs.
Crowing crows gliding around
Draw near a prey on wet ground.
With a cup beside the path sits
A child of long fair locks it pants.
The smell of burning rotten corn
Spreads nation's ever glowing scorn.
Six line roads demolishing hopes
Run over fields of fading crops.
Cry my beloved country cry
Try for the best by ballots try..
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