My dear friends, let us embark on a journey to the lush landscape of Kerala, a small state nestled in the southern tip of India, often called God’s Own Country. At this time of year, the land, rain-soaked and radiant, blossoms into spring. It is then that the people of Kerala celebrate Onam, their grand harvest festival — a season of flowers, feasts, games, and joy.

At the heart of Onam lies a beloved legend: the return of the noble King Mahabali, remembered for his justice, generosity, and love for his people. It is said that during Onam, he visits his land once more, and the people welcome him with vibrant floral carpets, traditional dances, and a banquet called the Onam Sadhya.

More than a festival, Onam is a celebration of unity — where caste and creed fall away, and the language of hearts alone prevails. This song is a humble attempt to paint that tapestry in English words, so that you too may glimpse its colors, and perhaps feel its joy.

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Lyrics

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**Verse 1**

To this land of the divine, the angel of spring,

With the light of joy and unity does bring,

The tapestry of Onam, that gleams ever bright,

A harbinger of love, a sacred light.

**Verse 2**

A symphony of flowers adorn the floor,

A harmonious kaleidoscope, which opens the door,

To a dawn of unity, as its light peeps through,

The clouds of yesterday, so bright, so true.

**Pre-Chorus**

Garbed in vestures, shiny and new,

With eyes being lit by a love so true,

They wait with fervor for the return of their king,

His name and virtues, with passion do ring.

**Chorus**

When flowers take birth in these rain-soaked lands,

A symphony is played by divine hands,

Woven with shimmering golden threads,

Onam has come, and love does it spread!

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**Verse 3**

The angel brings with her an arras of light,

Its sacred threads with love does unite,

Cast we caste and religion away,

The language of hearts, guiding the way.

**Verse 4**

Cradled in the arms of blythesome games,

Its refulgent light ignites the sacred flames,

Of love and unity, the happiness abounds,

Like an endless river of nectar profound.

**Pre-Chorus**

With a scrumptious banquet, greet we our king,

A symphony of dishes in the bloom of spring,

The table groans, and our hearts soar,

And the ocean of love spires ever more.

**Chorus**

When flowers take birth in these rain-soaked lands,

A symphony is played by divine hands,

Woven with shimmering golden threads,

Onam has come, and love does it spread!

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**Outro**

Our bonds ignite under the ethereal bloom,

And divine beams cut through our pall and gloom,

As the curtain rises to a new dawn bright,

Onam we celebrate, spreading love and light!

**Final Chorus**

When flowers take birth in these rain-soaked lands,

A symphony is played by divine hands,

Woven with shimmering golden threads,

Onam has come, and love does it spread!