How can I describe my sumptuous joy
In getting a job in a limited concern
No more I am a Micawber, in its true sense
Thanks to the providence of god
Whenever I look I see success only
It gives me much joy to feel so
Now I am a recipient of recognition
Although it is a belated one
It always reminds of the truth
That man is only an instrument in the hands of god
There may be people to jeer at me
But I don’t care a hoot for them
Micawber-person who waits for
Something good to turn up.

Ambrosia (Nectar)

I am a bird with broken wings
I want to fly in the sky infinitely
Alas! I am unable to move an inch
Then how can I fulfill my dreams?
From heaven comes life-giving wind
That carries me on its way
And gives mobility to an otherwise immovable creature
How can I thank god for his all-embracing mercy
Which bundles the heart with zest of life.

A Tribute

In the southern tip of our land
There lives a community called Nairs
In the past they were warriors
And there were none to match them in courage
But they were caught in deep slumber
And lost all vitality and sap
Then came in the horizon- a light to lead them
It was none other than the Padmanabha
Most popularly known as Mannom
He came to this world with no silver spoon
Unlike pundit Malviya, he hadn’t the backing of kings
And yet he made an empire
From handful of rice offered to him
The world witnessed the unexpected
Overthrow of an elected communist government
By upsurge of those who elected them
It was made possible
By the dynamic leadership of Mannom
He was a lovable person –
And all loved him, whether he was a Christian, a Hindu or Muslim
His prime in life was to unite all Hindus
And rejuvenate the caste-ridden society
He succeeded to some extent on this
But now his followers fall apart, for the sake of crumbs
It will be a fitting tribute to the Acharya
If we stop quarreling among ourselves.