In the heart of Kerala, where the rivers flow free,
Lush coconut palms sway in the gentle breeze.
The monsoon rains kiss the earth so tenderly,
Painting the land in hues of endless green.

Misty mornings greet the sun with a serene smile,
While backwaters weave tales of time gone by.
Fishermen’s songs echo through the tranquil aisles,
Harmonizing with the call of the wild.

Hills adorned with tea plantations stand tall,
Their emerald rows a sight to behold.
Each leaf whispers secrets of nature’s thrall,
As morning dew turns to liquid gold.

Beneath the banyan’s canopy, stories unfold,
Legends of gods and ancient lore.
In this land where nature’s beauty is manifold,
The spirit of Malayalam forever soars.