Along the palm fringed backwaters, my lonely canoe, in frenzy moves, I roam with a pain deep down in heart, not knowing which flower I seek, lo! and behold, there she is, throwing me a water-lily smile, the dark dainty one, diving for clams, who has never spoken to me a word. Gleaming with the sun beads, adorning her, when she glides up through water, from the mud bed, I sit here , my oar gone still, mind a calm pool, drinking her smile with both my eyes. I will go back to my dark nights where wild dances are my only refuge, **this smile you spilled, a panacea for my ills never would I give up, take my word.
Rowing a canoe alone through Kerala's coconut palm fringed lovely back waters, worked well as a medicine for all kinds of pains.