In the quiet dawn of lush green fields,
Where the backwaters whisper tales,
Life flows with gentle ease,
In the land of Malayalam dreams.

The coconut palms sway gracefully,
Against the crimson sky they paint,
Stories of ancient lore and love,
In a language rich and quaint.

Children’s laughter fills the air,
Echoing through the narrow lanes,
As elders share wisdom deep,
In the shade of banyan trees.

Here, culture and tradition thrive,
In every heart and every home,
A Malayalam life, serene and pure,
Where every soul finds its own.