The God's Own Country, emerald and gold,
Where Periyar's whispers and stories unfold.
Between Western Ghats and the ocean's blue,
A land of progress, ever fresh and new.
In Malayalam, ancient words take flight,
A language sweet, a pure delight.
Its letters dance, like palm fronds in the breeze,
A voice of pride, bringing hearts to ease.
The first to rise, to break the old chains,
To forge new paths, to ease the world's pains.
A people bold, for justice they yearned,
A social revolution, powerfully learned.
Through land reforms, a brighter dawn,
For toiling farmers, freedom was born.
From fields once bound, their rights took hold,
As Kerala wrote a future, brave and bold.
A light of learning, shining ever bright,
With knowledge as its torch, a guiding light.
A state renowned for wisdom and keen mind,
Its literacy rates, a marvel of mankind.
In Kathakali's vibrant mask, a sacred art,
In Theyyam's fire, a pulsating heart.
From temple bells to boatman's song,
A heritage rich, forever strong.
Green paddy fields, swaying coconut trees tall,
Backwaters flowing, answering the call.
The mist-kissed hills, a majestic sight,
A beauty unique, bathed in golden light.
With healing hands, Ayurveda's ancient care,
And bold new ideas, beyond compare.
In every heart, a wisdom deep and true,
A promise made, a promise kept anew.
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