My Native land

In my native land, rich in culture and immense natural wealth

People  most literate ,learning  to make good  their lives

Nick named   God’s own country,  Kerala

Here sacred  mosques sound  thoughtful timely call for prayer

Where wealthy temple towns and  great and glorious churches stand

 Royal kings from  decked  palaces ruled and flourished in the  yester years

Now  the nectar of the flowers , yielding  rivers, fruiting coconut  grooves abound

Where breezy beaches with dancing palm leaves , wet and waving rice farms stand

 Inviting guests from far off lands, across the globe they come and go

Milking rubbers silently ebb   golden yields  to quench the needs

But overflowing from the cup that always fills is the greed….

The greed that makes  the man deviate from the  needed stand for  the state

Then gleeful   perilous politicians proclaim the power of  parties patent style!

Where chilling killings in cold blood, be common  political doctrine if not curbed!

 The specter   of violence,  the symbol of their strength for disharmony?

The mayhem,  the blood bath at times do not make a picture of good regime

Boasting, bragging one’s ability, the mighty sectarian bravado

 For the will and   skill to fight? To strike at one’s whims and fancy

In   various designs. in varied ways

A vicious circle of strikes and  violence

To vindicate the other party’s each proposal

When  will we  be all but free                     

From brutality and killing spree

Is this the  legacy  of a land we carry forward on and on  

A way of life we leave to our children to go live?

In this my  native land there is so much but it be so belittled !

Proving right the age old adage ” Consistency is the virtue of an ass ”

This God’s own land be spared  for its abounding  beautiful  natural wealth.