[ Famous works: - Rathriyude Saadhyathakal, Solamante Pranaya Geethangal, Ardha Vrithangal...]
Malayalam - his love.
Poet, the king of that love.
Spirit of poet Aashan,
Captured the soul of Jayakumar.
Like a ghost in the past,
To dance in the future.
A triangular love song,
Story of truth.
In two comers,
Aashaan and Ezhuthachan.
Watching the beauty.
In both corners,
He built a Taj Mahal for Malayalam.
The King of language love,
K Jayakumar.
In the heights of Tirur,
Romance flowered,
From one flower, Veenapoove,
Son of Ezhuthachan writing,
Praising the poet of poets, Ezhuthachan,
Singing the song for the queen.
The bird can see the naked truth,
Even in the dark ages, the words,
That showered the light recovered.
Oh! What a mission! To build the Taj Mahal.
In Tagore, In Rumi, In Gibran, In Omar Ghayam,
He carries the foreign spirit, escaping the
Eyes of the language police.
Infinite dreams of such a language
With such beauty will flow
Like a never-ending river.
How many lovers would
Dream of the scent of this language?
It's beyond imagination.
Waiting for one more spring to fall.
In the kingdom of imagination.
Waiting for one more spring to fall.
In the kingdom of imagination.
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