[ Famous works: - Mazhakkaalam, Aadi aadi alanja Marangale. ]
Bloodline of Chullikkad and Kadammnitta poets.
Absorbed in the veins of Ali.
Anwar Ali, the strata of rebellion.
Feelings streamed, and thoughts.
Found its wings of fire,
Boiled and toiled the revolting words.
Observer during the dark years.
Yet not the moral police.
When the crazy rules of certain
Kingdoms turn into the moral police.
I am the observer. Anwar Ali.
Still, I yelled.
Dum. Dum. Dum.
Dum. Dum. Dum.
To the justice. To the law of justice.
To the people who twist justice
and the law in the shadows of the ruling.
To nail on the coffin,
A wasted effort.
To the voices in the prison.
To give voice to the voiceless.
Even the groaning soars as a poem.
Growing like an amoeba, my poems.
Knowing myself,
Gliding and sliding slowly.
In the new moment.
As the new wind.
From the eyes to the eyes.
Memories walked through woods.
Memories swung in the wind.
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