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Rule
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Walking by the sea shore
Of Sultanate of Oman
Arabian Sea, common
For Keralites back home,
Yet, calm, crystal clean there.
The bubbly little gentle waves
Gurgled and coed,
Touching my feet,
Every now and then,
As I moved.
It seemed hesitant
To let me go,
Showering frothy kisses
Humbly pleading so.
Smiling all the while
I meekly replied
"Don't be sad, I'll be back,
At short breaks
To be with you all,
Please allow me to go
For that's my Motherland
Home, farm, career,
And heavenly literature".
Back home, am confused, sad
Everywhere hoots and howls
Of elected ones
Wails, whims and complaints
Of the defeated ones
Colours, wide mouthed
Spoke loud, about ruling
Many swore and claimed
Thiers best, others worst.
Were wrong doers elected?
Real heroes defeated?
I do not know the realities.
We Malayalies, Keralites,
Fortunate to own,
A prosperous land.
Blessed by the trail,
Left by Gandhi, Vivekananda
Sree Narayana guru and Pazhassi Raja
Taught us principals of Ahimsa,
Patriotism, Peace and Brotherhood
They sowed the best seeds
For us to reap
Let anyone rule,
But don't make us fools.
Nation's riches and power,
Not for vested group.
Let there not be anymore,
Jishas, Soumiyas and Sharees.
End Sartitha - type foul acts.
Let not animal instincts guide,
Violence and disharmony blow
Allow us to live in peace
Under a harmonious Rule
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