God’s own country Kerala, I am born,
God’s own man I thus became,
Best amongst the best in the world,
Blessed with senses invaluable.

Cursed I am with nonsense of no value,
Common sense made so uncommon,
Common man unwanted and ignored,
Commerce making money the God,
Causing God getting replaced by money.

Money order economy turned to,
Demand draft economy very fast,
Increasing the demands multi-fold,
Skyscrapers to Rolls Royce Cars,
Super Markets to Oxygen Parlours,
Airports to Air Carriers all through Kerala,
God’s own man made God’s own country.

Growing number of schools and colleges,
Students getting admissions on cash donations,
Teachers getting jobs against huge payments,
Teaching without interest but for salary sake,
Students attending classes for parents sake,
Learning no skills to use one’s own brain.

Mastering buying other’s brain for a pass,
Acquiring paper degrees of higher learning,
Burdening head load of certificates and degrees,
With little job opportunities to unload the burden.

God’s own country’s God’s own people,
Growing unemployed overburdened of paper degrees,
Growing agitations without growing food crops,
Graveyard is made of God’s own country.

Beautiful rivers turned sewage canals,
Backwaters turned black and crude waters,
Lush green paddy fields and coconut groves disappear,
Leaving room for concrete structures overlooking skies,
Clouded with polluted smoke scaring away monsoon clouds.

Is there God nearby to listen to a feeble voice,
Calling for help of God’s own man in God’s own country,
Trapped deep in the cyclone of corruption,
Shaking badly to get uprooted fast and to fall,
On God’s own land over God’s own people,
Breaking limbs and getting immobilized.

Art of living is badly needed and not hunger death,
Not art of getting degenerative diseases,
Like cancer, diabetes and heart ailments,
Making one run searching for miracle cures,
And, no need for arts of suicide and homicide,
Aplenty in this God’s own country.

I want to live in God’s own country,
In harmony with wonderful nature,
Not fleeting it any more for my greed,
Depriving others of their basic need.

I don’t want to get divided and separated,
From my own brothers and sisters,
By the cruel hands of those divide and rule,
And love to live devoid of divisions of all kinds,
Be it of religion or caste or colour or creed or party.

Oh God! Are you not one for everyone,
So that I can sing loudly God is one for everyone;
Are you not around to listen to my prayers,
Seeking the art of living I badly need,
Replacing arts of dying all around aplenty;
Give me and my countrymen one more chance,
To live in God’s own country as God’s own men.