[ Famous works: Kanam, Bhaashayum, Kunjum, Irumbu...]
Poems flew,
Without burden, in burden.
Around jasmine flowers,
When twilight sinks,
Rays of the sun lamented.
Olden views enounced the
Secrets of endurance.
Like in the Milky Way,
Flew the clam poems.
In the reminiscence of
Old house music and joy.
Goodbye to the depths.
An old man born in the corridors,
Thick in gossamer in all corners.
There may not be any person.
Like that, I thought,
Moydeen said, "I can not
spend sleepless nights.
Hence, once in a while,
poetry caresses. Dream of a poet
Without any readers."
The long silence of the poet,
Clear even in the faded lights.
Clear like daylight.
Language and children are my joy.
The isolated islands of-
My soil is my elation.
Language and children are my joy.
The isolated islands of-
My soil is my elation.
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