Far away from the madding crowd,
There comes a harbinger not at all loud.
Aren’t they getting ready for Mahabali’s visit?
Why does the Malayali land gloomily sit?
The month of Chingam devoid of a carnival,
The land of Kerala so silent during the festival.
Is it not the right time?
Is it not the gaiety’s chime?
Nothing happens, nobody comes and nobody goes!
The chimera of the festivity is filled with woes.
It is not the time and land of Malayali’s Onam.
Oh, it is only the tenor and leverage of Wuhan’s CorOnam.
