A Different Sense. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The intuitive sense an experience
When we listen we hear the rhythm
From unknown domain it calls on us
It never errs in judgement
Its own verdict we feel as final
It is the intuition that appears
The real aesthetics on universe, feels
Intuitive sense we tries to feel
Intuitive sense we tries to hear
When the conscience commands the wise
It is the world that you live in
It is the world that you enjoys
It is the humans that you lives with
More it is important than all others.