[Famous works: - Nilavili Theyyam, Verukalude Vedantham, Pallotti Mittayi, Kanal Pennu..]
A tail in the name, as the Banyan tree.
Poetry even in the roots of Banyan trees.
Songs sprout from the roots of Vedanta.
Poems in the golden Champa.
So many birds to recite those poems.
Roaming birds can see those views.
Even the silence in the night,
Will turn to songs.
Even the stories of the termite,
Would become the poems.
It's the depth of the banyan tree.
Not the lost childhood,
Under the tree, but earned,
The depth of the roots.
It's the pilgrimage of the soul,
It's the wind strokes from the bodhi tree.
A tail in the name, as the Banyan tree,
Poetry in the roots of Banyan trees.
Songs sprout from the roots of Vedanta.
It's the wind strokes from the bodhi tree.
It's the wind strokes from the bodhi tree.
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