To Our Own River. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Oh! river Thejaswini!
My mind is always with you
Your beautiful flowing, little tides
The love with the wind and nature
Your wonderful performance always
Keeps as a nostalgia in my mind
Oh! river Thejaswini!
I knows well you are not titled
Sacred river in the schedules
But in my mind, you are always sacred
The funeral ashes villagers immersed
For a safe heaven for the departed.
Oh! river Thejaswini you inspired us
To think about social changes that required
You taught about the knowledge power
That makes this world so convenient
Oh! river Thejaswini you are enlightened
By the long standing experience gained
From the starting to end you laughs
And travels to the vast Arabian sea
Oh! river you have taken back lives
Capsizing the boats, or accidents
The souls of those people rests in you
As the children takes a place near mother
Your love to this village is so high
And pouring your wishes and helps in need
But the rain makes that havoc in monsoon
But carries the alluvial soil and dumping
The coconut trees are flourished here
The life the villagers leads in prosper.