മഴനൂലുകള്‍ ‍/ Mazhanoolukal

Sadistic talk is going on
In a strange language
Neither poetic nor historic
Core Scientific tourchering

Air conditioner working well
But not enough to cool my brain
Its warming and warming
Entangling with creepy thoughts

Pictures are flashing and flashing
When power slides are falling to fall
Blooming fresh air in my lungs
Leading me to the cost of coconut

My Land is pure and virgin
But sadistic rulers ruining her
What I can do with my voice
Suffering and tourchering my soul