Though scattered across the world,
A rhythm of letters still shimmers in our eyes.
Malayalam, the language scented with the soil of our motherland.
Unknowingly, on the tip of the tongue,
Our mother’s lullaby blooms;
Unwittingly, the heart awakens at the sound of a single word —
Malayalam!
As pages unfold into new worlds,
Our fields, forests, and rivers are born again within them.
Writers’ paths shape words that blossom like flowers;
Poets turn the sky into ink, kindling the lamp of reading.
From every corner of the world,
Malayalees gather beneath one roof,
Guarding the sacred flame of their language —
The Lima World Library.
Here, language knows no borders;
Hearts sing together in harmony —
The sweetness of our mother tongue,
The eternal song of identity.
Lima World Library — a dream realized,
A poetic bridge that binds our hearts to the world.
