Whispers of Kerala
By: Dhruvi Ghosh
Mist curls over emerald hills,
where tea leaves wake in dawn’s soft chills.
Silver streams hum secret tunes,
as paddies gleam beneath gold moons.
Coconut palms like dancers sway,
telling tales of the monsoon’s play.
Backwaters weave through earth so wide,
carrying dreams with every tide.
Spices linger, warm and deep,
cardamom winds and cloves that seep.
The air is thick with mango’s hue,
jackfruit ripened, dripping dew.
Temple bells in twilight chime,
folding prayers into time.
Kathakali eyes, bold and bright,
speak of legends in the night.
Monkeys tread through rain-washed trees,
their footsteps lost in ocean’s breeze.
Waves embrace the sun-kissed shore,
where fishermen sing to oars once more.
Here, the earth and sky are one,
cradled beneath the Malabar sun.
Kerala breathes, wild and free,
a land of soul, of land, of sea.