God’s Own Country
Angel Regy Why did you kiss goodbye to me? Return to me, My homeland, Lying 13,500 kilometers away from me. You are splendidly called Kerala, But the world celebrates your existence by individuating you as God’s Own Country. The land where coconut trees whirl to the rhythm of the wind: Kerala. Is it the dreamland Whose western coast is crowned by the Western Ghats? The Arabian Sea embraces the shore in tranquil waves Where Malayalam resonates The most onerous language in India. The green elegance augments the aestheticism of Kerala. The backwaters hum the sound of the boat race, Streams and waterfalls, voyaging in their beat, Compelling everyone on their path to dance, Periyar and Pamba snatching their reputations. In the hills of Nilgiri, Strobilanthes Kunthiana blooms once every 12 years to scrutinize the world. Keralites enthusiastically wait for the festive season of Onam When King Mahabali steps on the Kerala soil. The celebration launches, The aroma of Onam Sadhya arises, The ovation of individuals witnessing the tug of war, The melody of adolescents hunting flowers, The 5, 6, 7 chants of thiruvathira dancers Engender further charisma to Onam. Poorams are an additional crowd-pleaser of the God’s Own Country. At the Vadakkunnathan Temple, Thrissur Pooram exhibits a one-hour firework show, Accompanied by the swapping of eye-catching umbrellas at the top of the elephants. Arattupuzha Pooram occurs at the village of Arattupuzha, Acting as the mother of all Poorams in Kerala. The burst of haunting memories is calling me back To my homeland, To God’s Own Country, To Kerala. |