The rivers have sung a powerful song
A song of fury
The song that echoed even in the mountain peaks
One with red flames
The rivers have kept it in its womb
And when the song arrived
Rivers, the mothers whispered words of anger
and tunes of war into its tender but willing ears
The world waited for it as if for the coming of the spring
And those who heard it;
some died on the spot
some resurrected
many forgot themselves
The priest crossed himself
The God Almighty smiled to himself
I kept on looking at the reflection in the ocean!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But I think you write it with something in your attic of brain or will be it come out of your deep cogitation, , , anway it's a powerful piece...(((DAIVAME NE ETHONNUM KANUNNILLEA)))) ...ORALENKILUM RANDU MALAYALAM VAAKU EZHUTHUNNALLO EVIDE.. CHILAR SPANISH, FRENCH, GERMAN OKEA EZHUTHUNNU... PINNEA NAMUKKENTHA MALAYALAM EZHUTHIYAL! ! ! ! !