Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Bats - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The big tree with number of branches
Full of Bats they resides
In every small branches they catches
The head in reverse, down to the earth.
The heavy noise they make always
Bats a peculiar living being in the world
They travels in long distances
Their wings are like umbrella clothes.
Bats are not a nuisance to the people
But their sounds are in harsh voices
They observes the surroundings with care
Avoiding confrontation to human beings.
A perfect mammal they resembles the humans
The little ones also efficient to live in trees
From such a very beginning of life
Where human being has to learn so much.
The sounds of fire works they fear much
When it hears they leaves the trees
In groups with objection in expression
Through peculiar noises they make always.
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