Gangadharan nair Pulingat.. Poems

Those who are aged and ailing
A glorious retreat they require
The peace of mind they asks
The beauty and space of this wonderful world
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We are the inheritors
We can't escape the inheritance
That world passed before
That we make balance to followers
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The inborn desire
To part with you
Calls me love crazy
Likes to love you
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He a wandering man
Walked along the places to places
Not have a destination in specific
Wandering through nights and days
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Histories are full of war stories
And triumphs and defeats of emperors
The tragic fact that reflects
Every time and place losers are common man
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Under this little roof I started the journey
With smiling and crying faces in cradle
Great love my mother gave
And slept in safety in the cradle
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Always I am duty bound
That works well for the world
Otherwise all will perish
The nature will curse me
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The statesman who loves his country
Loves his people more
Makes them happy through welfare measures
Statutes and rules for people friendly
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Do the demons acts there own
The dance of death there it persists
Unable to contain the human feeling
How cruel the world feels
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The old gentleman in his ninety's
Tells me a story, a hallucinated thought
Someone knocks my door in midnight
May I come here and carry you
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