Great scholars passed ever
They were ill equipped in writing poetry
They wonderfully solved the problem
The palm leaves they used here
The steel pointed writing methods
'Narayam' we called it as a local name
Palmyra leaves were beautifully maintained
They stitched and kept in extreme reverence
After all knowledge they felt it as divine
The divine blessing sought in festivals
The good Palmyra leaves gone somewhere
The texts of knowledge are now digital way
The progress of technology epoch making.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem