Acts as a idiot and talks as wisest
The 'Pottan' theyyam of my own Kerala
There the theater is spectrum like fire
The fire made in unique style and pomp
The Theyyam sits in the pyre
One folded to other the leg angles
Laughs aloud and sayings in idiotic way
Questions the injustices of social reality
The classifications of wrongs and rights
The rightful way to be the world to go
The Facial coverage with natural colors
The Pottan continues as a beautiful folklore art
Revered and acted in the unique village theater.
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