Sage Agasthya the the great sage,
You were the last hope of the sages
Who were entitled to cross the Vindhyas
The mighty mountain ranges in pride
No one allowed to cross the Vindhya
He put his Peaks in heights to blockage
Sage Agasthya the great men of help
Offered is sympathy to the travelers
The pilgrims, aged women, children
He tried his best to submission of ego
The Vindhyan ranges that shown his might
The sage cleverly asked for a boon
Give me a blessing that you will not show
Your Peak in heights till my return
Arrogant of the self pride the mountain
Offered the boon as the wishes of sage
Slowly, happily, the sage walked
The mountain a little shown his mercy
And kept his peaks showing less height
All were allowed to pass to south
The sages asked a boon to Agasthya
Never to return otherwise the mountain
Will maintain the status quo and make trouble
The enlightened sage allowed the boon
And lives in Agasthya hills of southern Kerala.
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