London International Malayalam Authors
*** On a fine morning, in a cold winter, The crimson haired man hadn’t started his stroll- in the east;
Innocence woven through time’s strands, Two sisters, love forever bound, One captured in childhood’s virtue Another, grown, a tender grace.
Through the mystic Dal Lake’s mellow chase Wee lassies row, adorned with grace. Side by side, they glide through glassy