[Famous works: Buddhanum Attin Kuttiyum, Pravasiyude Geetham, Veyil Thinunna Pakshi, Greeshmame Saakhi...]
Like a bird eating the heat of the sun,
Heart heavier than ever.
Sleepless nights in the bad dreams,
Floating in the height of-
Borderless mind.
Each stroke becomes the
Paintings of Vangoge.
Deeply wounded childhood,
Turned the pain into paintings.
With a cocktail of denial and rebellion,
With the sacrificing mind, I knew,
Someone would become the scapegoat.
I represent a book written.
Only on one side.
Even in the imperfection,
I had a few white wings.
The birds flying in freedom,
Without falling into the sharp arrows,
Was Ayyappan's dream of wings.
The lamb fell after a stone's throw,
Turned into a lamp of Buddha,
Lamp of the Lamb.
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