[ Famous works: - Dhaivathinte Makal, Aaan Nadhi, Mallika Vasantham...]
Though I lived as a man,
Once a desire sprouted,
To live as a woman.
A growing bosom-like woman,
Turned me into a half-woman.
I can't walk on the hot lava,
While writing, I am you,
the man,
the woman,
the man and the woman,
The perfect creation.
A woman born as a woman.
I am the woman
Man's transition to a transformation.
I can't flower like you,
Still, glow like the sunflower,
And flower the words to poems.
Oh Rajamallika !
I know the warmth of melted stones,
Stones that pierce,
The hot stones,
The sharp stones,
The hot melted stones,
Stones from a volcano,
Gleam of a flower, the sunflower,
The flare that shines in the fire.
Like the flare in the pyre.
Like the glow in the hot lava.
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