Mahabali The King. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In Kerala there lived a great king
Who loved the subjects with dedication
Ruled with justice, but not by iron hand
Ruled with greatness, but not ruthless
The king he implemented schemed
To make the land poverty free
Acted to the rules, sticking simpleness
Reducing the pompous of royalty altogether
There was no child death it is said
There was no theft or day night robbery
The fearless walks the women enjoyed
There the country flourished in big
Still he was marked and sent away
On divine will he went to another world
Coming every year to visit his old subjects
We gladly receive with old thanks giving
We love the king in such a way
Making floral tributes in beautiful way
With dances and drum beating everywhere
With cheerfulness of little children
The King is Mahabali the great one
Only allowed one day to visit us
Forgets all woes of the life itself
To make him happy and for a grand reception.