Kerala, The Land Ilove Poem by Sheela Devi

A slip of land grown dense with palms,
Is my land heaped with gloss..
It`s silver streams flux with life,
Like silver lining amidst the clouds.
A scented breeze greets all it`s men.
To sip and seek in this glorious den.
The bronze hilltops and brambled leaves,
Screams aloud of its ripened 'hoards'.
Sun rays glitter the mounts and streams
Making it some celestial dreams.
The sea throws it`s pearly waves,
Which spreads along the healthy shores.
Pebbles turn with bubbly speed,
As the river flows with no slight heed.
Life is so safe, serene and calm.
With bushy trees grass and palm.
The blossoming plants look so proud,
With virgin petals at their side.
The path way through the worn out leaves,
Though unkempt are steeped in peace.
The golden rays that kiss the hills,
Is a bounty blessing from the skies.
The star-lit sky that adorn the night,
Makes the river down here so bright.
Creator the God has lavished this land,
I thank Thee with all my mind.