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Modern literary movements in Malayalam literature began in the late 19th century with the rise of Kumaran Asan, Ulloor S. Parameswara Iyer and Vallathol Narayana Menon. Malayalam literature comprises literary texts written in Malayalam (a South-Dravidian language spoken in the Indian state of Kerala). http://meetingbenches.com/2017/04/keralas-landscapes/ While the Manipravala poetry flourished (as a diversion from the mainstream), the tradition set up by Cheeraman of Ramacharitamand (the most enlightened among the anonymous folk poets) was resumed by three writers commonly referred to as Niranam poets and they were influenced by the Bhakti movement. Nineteenth century was not very creative period for Malayalam literature (from the point of view of imaginative writing), but the foundations for the renaissance were laid during this period.
AN INTRODUCTION – Kamala Das
How can my love hold him when the other flaunts a gaudy lust and is lioness to his beast? Men are worthless, to trap them use the cheapest bait of all, but never love, which in a woman must mean tears, and a silence in the blood.
                                KERALA, THE PARADISE ON EARTH – Suchdeli
A slip of land grown dense with palms, is my land heaped with gloss. Life is so safe, serene and calm, with bushy trees grass and palm. The blossoming plants look so proud, with virigin petals, at their side. The path way through the worn out leaves, though unkempt, are steped in peace. Her silver streams flux with life like silver lining amidst the clouds. A scented breeze greets all its men, to sip and seek in her glorious den. The bronze hill tops and brambled leaves, screams aloud of it`s ripened hoards. The sea throws pearly waves, which spreads along the healthy shores. Pebbles turn with bubbly speed, as the river flow with no slight heed. The birds that sing are all so lovely, making the village all the more lively. Such is the land i happen to be. The golden rays that kiss the hills, are a bounty blessing from the skies. The star-lit top that adorns the night, makes the river down here so bright the Creator – the God – has lavished this land I thank thee with all my might.
KERALA – Amit Shroff
Its just a fantasy the only regret is permanence, the life of a modern day gypsy, an unknown destination. I wake up to new faces from past day’s bruises, a long journey into some town, exploring the unknown. Green sanctum reflecting the temple top, woken up by the gong of the ancient metals. Treated like a royal guest, offered a lot of the harvest, walking down the symmetric coconut grooves. I see vessels carrying newest of the goods, but here they still stick to their roots. True its a gods own country, abundant beauty, I’m lost amidst the hills sipping the Malabar coffee.
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