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Malayalam Kantha#musician#trending#tutorialmusic#compatition 2nd part-    • ഇത്തവണ ഈ കവിത ചൊല്ലി ഒന്നാം സമ്മാനം വാങ്ങി...   A stolen night by the famous poet Sri N N Kakkad Iron, heat of the day, dust, thirst, hunting and cruelty, I crossed the city, hiding and sneaking.....I wandered alone and carefree on the red path on the outskirts of the city...Fortune was not following me when The half-dried lifelines, filled with the smell of firewood, filled with a warm, soft breeze, and surrounded by Frosty and flourishing I took refuge in the house of a calm and generous person No one behind me I stole another clean night and took it from the underworld in a thread With sweat and dust, I went to the file bundles tied with mud Let the old man lower his wall and keep it, many sons of Kadru sleep in it Notes Warnings Explanations Notes Warnings Explanations Let the house of a calm and generous person not be defiled Every time the stone steps are turned, The smell of the dew falling and rising, the dark shade of the forest trees, the clean and cool water in the pond, let me immerse myself in this purity In the dim shade of the lamp, the hot porridge in the pot shines, the lime-blue eyes give their taste, the smell of the pineapple in the hair, the color of the wrists, the endless baby's bracelet, the smile blooms on the lips, the purity blooms on the eyelids of the baby If not for this, heaven is my home Other If not this, what is heaven? Other I know the value of stolen capital. I know the value of stolen capital.