A Retreat. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I used to climb the hills
The beautiful hills
With lot of grass covered hills
The green frogs jumps here and there
There I had the visual treats
That good world of happiness nearby
The towns with glittering lights
The market place and crowds of people
The labors of nearby tea estates
I knew these places were large forests
And the human ambition changed it
And made this place a wonderful one
The place is renowned as a tourist spot
But the forests are a bygone history
There once the wilderness of nature
The heavy floods and catastrophes
The humans faced the challenges
The misty clouds here he enjoyed
The fertile earth he changed as estates
In the clear spot the beautiful spots
He made villas and shelters for officials
And naturally labor sheds he made
He knew well the labor can make wonders
And laborers are the real result makers
The beautiful hills still smiles
The changes it enjoys or hates not known
Still I used to climb the hills
An experience with nature ever likes
Once a friend tried to climb the hill
And himself found difficult to climb down
And crawled with hand and foot in earth
The earth so much helped him to go back
And remembered I will call you later
And come back with a steady mind here
And enjoy the world around you near.