My Tulunadu,
where the sea kisses the shore,
paddy fields stretch green under the sun,
and coconut trees sway in the breeze.

The air is filled with the scent of fish curry,
and the sound of laughter dances through the streets.
Festivals burst with colors,
people come together, singing and dancing.

We celebrate the harvest,
honoring the earth,
our ancestors whisper in the wind,
guiding us with their wisdom.

In every home,
there is a place for tradition,
where rituals are sacred,
and stories are shared over meals.

The languages spoken,
Tulu, Kannada, and Konkani,
weaves a rich tapestry of identity,
each thread vibrant with our history.

Beliefs rooted deep in the soil,
from the temples by the sea,
to the spirits of nature,
we find strength in our faith.

My Tulunadu,
a land of warmth and welcoming hearts,
where every wave tells a story,
and every smile feels like home.
© Nishmitha Kotian