Prarshuram was the man,
With a mighty axe in hand,
Down it went in to the sea sand,
Up come the beautiful land.
Black gold is its pepper,
Coconut is its treasure,
Toddy is its pleasure,
Coffee is its taste for sure,
Rubber is to money Lure,
Mahabali was King an Asure,
Who won people's heart for sure,
St Thomas came to its shore,
Mission Peace and love to instore,
Heavy rains in the town,
Greenary takes away the frown,
Mountains are its crown,
Rivers & Backwaters are its gown,
Kerala is what we proudly own.
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