Mahabali The King.

In Kerala there lived a great king Who loved the subjects with dedication Ruled with justice, but not by iron hand Ruled with greatness, but not ruthless The king he implemented schemed To make the land poverty free Acted to the rules, sticking simpleness Reducing the pompous of royalty altogether There was no child death it is said There was no theft or day night robbery The fearless walks the women enjoyed There the country flourished in big Still he was marked and sent away On divine will he went to another world Coming every year to visit his old subjects We gladly receive with old thanks giving We love the king in such a way Making floral tributes in beautiful way With dances and drum beating everywhere With cheerfulness of little children The King is Mahabali the great one Only allowed one day to visit us Forgets all woes of the life itself To make him happy and for a grand reception.