by Rajendra Panicker Pillai

Created on: November 06, 2009   Last Updated: April 27, 2010

I am celebrating my life in God's own country;

You are calibrating your life in gangsters own place

That makes a lot difference! Doesn't it?

I feel pity that still you are the same old parochial parakeet

Sandra is from God's own country

She's the real angel.

Sandra is a 'Malayalam' name

which means kindness.to the mankind

Not for monsters!

She is my wife..

She is my breath..

She is my life

She is my world!...........

I care for her like a new born baby

I hold her like an invaluable gem

Sandra knows that I had plenty of fishes..

Hanna, Amanda, Rose, Liz, Julia, Charlotte, Jo, Stacey and..

Sandra knows all my gay friends..

Jamie, John, Wayne, Chris, Stuart, Charlie Paul, Philip and.

How can you say that I am dangerous..

When my heart's pumping full of pure blood of kindness and compassion

You feel that I am ..Because.

Your heart's a red hot iron. And you are on an anvil

I wonder why you became so brutal

So bureaucrat!

Why, do you want to be a merciless murderer?

Of my identity and all my creativity.

Listen!

You monstrous beast!

I never want to take my little Sandra to a place

Where you racists penetrating your vengeful eyes

On the innocent souls

I wonder why you give so much importance to

Geographical attractions, simply forgetting about tempests and earthquakes..

Why do you brag about richness of the borders..

I shall say God's own country is rich in culture

Rich in green and filled with magnanimous souls

Your place is an absolute zoo filled up with

Variance of classes, colour, and races of Homo sapienscrap!

Why are you blowing the trumpet of your place?

Where there is no life

I hate your so called 'rich nest'..

I love God's own nest'

To experience the full life!

Why should I think about living in a place?

Where monstrous creatures show their fangs

Take off your false feather from the hat..

And wear a real crown of glory instead

I am here with my little Sandra

By the moonlit lake. singing the song of life.

Where a little gale brings the aroma of the native!

And it is always lovely to feel the ripples of the lake

Murmuring the stories of the innocent villagers

This is the Gods own country!

Any one wish to live here for ever!

Yes,

The vast paddy field is beckoning

The rich green palm trees nodding their heads with respect

Rivers, lakes, mountains and valleys

Want myself and Sandra for ever..

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