Oh God! The hands which stretch before you
Don't permit it to be extended before people
What is memory have you ever thought?
It is the like photo album in life
Memories without imagination
Are like blank papers in life
Mirror does not lose its characteristics
Even after breaking into several pieces
It emerges again without losing its originality
We became free ages ago from colonial rule
What a tragedy ruler changed but not the
Style for administration
For ages my heart is sad when asked the reason
Came the reply there is no peace at heart
Often I hear the cry of my departed soul
From the bottom of my heart when alone
Have you ever seen rustic lock in life
Do not live like a rustic lock in life
Memories are always the co-travellers of life
Never be a prisoner of memories in life
All worship rising sun in life
But do remember sun also sets in.
Mamutty chola
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