A Nicety Of World. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He was commanded by the natural law
And took his baggage that was invisible
Put it to the back of the body
And walked along and alone in pavements
He was old and pale in his face
The big bundle having such a weight
He now becomes slowly as a hunchback
Unable to walk without a support
And looks in the ways for a strong stick
Which he used as a walking stick for support
Then slowly walked, walked to the end
The end somewhere he apprehended
The life he spent in the world and sins
The bundle carried the end results
Nothing he could carry in the journey
A small bundle helped him in the ways
The drops of water and some fresh dates
In the intervals he took a relax in shades
Under the trees that planted by nobles
The tree told him do you remember me
Once you tried to disturb my existence
And cut my branches one by one
Not for any profit or compulsions
But for your own entertainment and test sharpness
The newly bought up knife for domestic purpose
Still I gives you shade and coolness
I know you are going from me ever
May a new experience of life may bless you
There we can do nice things to the world.