[Famous works: Veena, Kalpana, Kulambadi, Kilungunna Kayyamam, Paanchali, Nangemakutti...]
Like Buddha walked away from the palace,
Revolt of the poet, flow of words,
Unsung songs, sung for the oppressed.
Then a long silence,
But a meaningful long silence.
Louder than words.
Time has touched the mind.
Revolution, not carved on a single stone.
In the Veena, in the Kalpana,
In the Kilungunna Kayyamam,
Reflective poems-
Streamed as a river.
Not afraid to paint the
Men eating men,
Men eating dead bodies.
Not to write lullabies to sleep.
But to write wake-up songs,
To ignite the spirits of men.
Sadness cannot be lulled,
To sleep by singing lullabies,
In the new century,
Even the farmer has awakened.
Cultivate without boasting,
The culture of honour and,
End the culture of weapons,
Destroy the exploiting class,
Still, not possible to erase,
A final class nature-
Like the spots on a Leopard.
Sanskrit-minded spiritual beauty-
Is it just a mask of imagination?
Every pearl in the teardrops,
Turned to Panchali-Nangemakutti.
Falsehoods and boasting
Weapons in the Nizhalana poem.
Not like a wick in the candle.
But like an arrow from the bow.
Not like a wick in the candle.
But like an arrow from the bow.
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