[ Famous work: - Kurathi, Kadinjool Pottan, Mazhappeyyunnu Maddhalam Kottunnu, Kadamanittayude Kavithakal, Velli Velicham, Sooryashila, Shantha...]
I don't want to let sadness,
Flow like a wild river of lamentation.
But a boiling, burning steam,
Like lava, a hot mind.
No words of love or flirting,
I have no madhouse,
No raga. No Shruti. No variations.
Not a cool breeze,
But a storm, a fierce roar.
I will not intoxicate you,
I will not lull you.
The crystal beads on my chest.
Are life beatings more worth it or-
A corpse that neared the sunset.
In the desert, seeking green land,
The woodcutter's axe-
Turns back to the woodcutter.
The springs have dried up.
The wells have dried up.
But, will the rocks split
And the streams flow?
Is there a hope in Kadammanitta's hope?
Like the roaring thunder of thunder,
Kadamanitta's duties, Kadamanitta's poems.
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