Bharathapuzha, or Nila, the great river system
In our gods own country and flows ever
Kerala the land of rivers and lakes
Travelers paradise the tourists enjoys
Our own Kerala, the hills, valleys, meadows
Our own Kerala, the mighty hill ranges
Western ghats, wild animals, rivers, ponds
The people, generations passed and present
Different faiths, inclusive cultural synthesis
Great learned men came here and taught the texts
World poetry we enjoyed here, through studies
The epics, they translated in native language
The Peculiar way of saying the stories by bird
'Kilippattu' of the great Teacher lived in Thiroor
Nila the river flows in silence, with memories
But unfortunate, the destruction it facing
The embankments eroded, sand treasure shrinks
Water flows depletes and the river in danger
My beloved Nila, must become in old prestige
Where cultural events were a pride of the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title captured my attention. I too love this river and poets like P have extolled her in beautiful rhyme and meter. Thanks for sharing this piece, Sir.