There in north Kerala, India
The Pooram celebrations the final day
Where we call it' Pooram Kuli'
The great fanfare and festivity in temples
In homes where girl children have prominence
The grandma takes the flower basket
And distributes to the little girls
Asks to pray to the god of love and truth
The god of love'Kama Deva' devotes
Pooram kuli an yearly celebrations
Colorful festival, a festival of flowers
Flowering trees, flowering plants
There they walks free to collect flowers
This beautiful festival of flowers
Enjoying the festival eases the mind
Makes the humans more inter mingling
This final day gives farewell to Kamadeva
The beautiful image made in colorful flowers
With all human looks and beauty it reflects
And even sentiments to the farewell
And asking to come next year with pride
Where he can be companion of little girls
The great celebration pooram highlights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem