Gangadharan nair Pulingat.. Poems

You draws their the picture
The good rainbow we call it
We shows it to the little one
And boasting in our own words
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He was a late comer in classes
Not a studious student the teacher tells
A little lazy they thought of him
Less attentive in classes of teachers
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A clock that hangs in the wall
The walls of the world it hangs
The walls of the universe it rests
Precise always in time keeping
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I love this world
The people and countries
Since I do not hate
Or I cannot be in anger
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Smiling faces are beautiful
One who can smile is really luck
Relations with another ones
Make it easy while someone smiles
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A beautiful miniature of a Plough
The young man brought for his father
As a loving memory of childhood
The old man who ploughed the fertile land
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There I see your creativity
The wonders that you made in canvases
The pictures of nature, and places
The beautiful Amsterdam bridge and ways
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We are the insatiable birds
Blackened colors, sharpened beaks
Not so precious or beautiful in your words
Crying from heights and intrudes in homes
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Standing alone in the crowd
Seeing the body languages of people
Their talks, loud and noisy
The smiles and laughter
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The rotten leaf cried a little
That I am bound to burn myself
When he comes with a basket
Then will collect me in it
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