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Far from the surging crowd,the aesthetic mass ever loved
For,some fascinated to drilling mud,more satiated with coconut ground
Most elated admiring flowering buds,all hailed for herbs, spices,Salmon or squid
But there came the most tyrannous deluge with a thud!
Oh!They called it a massive flood!
Dragged the humans like Salmons through the gooey mud
Did we not think they were Dud?
Yes,the voiceless screams bellowed
Ah,we saw water beclouding their beloved!
Instantly shrugging very Life blood,
But sanguine from young and old deafeningly tongued
Loss of hope we knew that no Fund could ever mend
For what once they possessed were forever rubbed
Of course,for some time,they stood rapt and stunned
Soon,they plugged with humankind and together tugged
Ah,just cannot articulate in any word!
How they won over self-worth when life was succumbed!
No one ever knew whom they hugged
Like a feeble creeper gripped a pole to ascend
They confess that a shoulder is all they culled
Understand no race,religion or creed they nudged
Pride and discrimination is all they shoved
Loss of dear lives in silence,with not much shed of blood
Like the swarm of busy bees yet again buzzed
Churning the sweetest union in pain they resumed
Up upon the greatest height they hummed and trudged
Upholding the self-respect and dignity they drudged
Though economy deeply slacked and dulled
Still it hadn't let the brotherhood lulled
Who left the gold skin-pale,blue and numbed,
Where it neither bombed nor gunned?
Unvoiced but violent stream blocked the blood
Neither warning nor cue it summed
Many unfortunates went lifeless in silence and scrubbed
Disaster,destruction and catastrophe they drummed
Hands not but hearts they clubbed
Stood upright and upward they thumbed
Nobody knows whether it is fund or Superfund!
For sure it had some magic that sought no refund
Like water on the ink-script,though the lives were smudged
Determination and strong-will was never snubbed
Luckily neither dejection nor despondency bugged
Tears within their eyes,only the survival of folks they mulled
The world came in union from in and out together stood
Tears down their cheeks,just not survival but living they proclaimed
For a while the drumming nature’s tyranny was stubbed
That is why may be,the God’s Own Country we dubbed
Now,if there emerges another cascade with a thud!
They will call it no more a massive flood…
‘Cause,there came the most tyrannous deluge with a thud!
Oh!They already called it a massive flood!
LONG LIVE KERALA!
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