[Famous works: - Amma, Muthassi, Mazhuvinte Katha]
In Vilaapam began the lamentation,
But the first light was Mangalam.
Mother with her gentle voice,
In the style of poetry,
Sung sweet songs.
Masses hate the truth,
Not ready to give up on Gandhi.
Love, compassion, culture,
Justice, sacrifice and affection,
Shades of life's colours.
Mother moulded the essence of the Gita,
With the soul without pretense.
Life transpired karma yoga into poetry.
Poetry transpired karma yoga into life.
On the shoulders of Vallathol,
She set new movements in motion.
She turned Punnayurkulam into a flowing river.
Her daughter, another river;
The Kamala River.
A calm ocean within a rough Khaadi-
Balamaniyamma, the mother of the Kamala River.
My children, hearing the arguments,
Said: "Mother is a communist."
The mother who saw Gandhi in Marx and,
Marx in Gandhi is called Balamaniyamma.
To the wild tides of the mind,
Poetry- the prayer for the mind.
A prayer for the mind,
Like a wind for the sailor.
To the wild tides of the mind,
Poetry- the prayer for the mind.
A prayer for the mind,
Like a wind for the sailor.
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