Puzha Kadakkumbol / Crossing the river
Crossing the river, try reciting a poem
Snap your fingers to the tune of the oars.
Slow, shy speed, moving distances
The laughter of the gentle waves
You should feel-
The place of your birth and the shore of your passion
Have come close, have gone far
As the trees move, leaves fall
In the brooding dark green
As you cross the river, hum a poem
Become compassion, overflowing.