Drowning. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old wooden platform broken in to pieces
The boy in his sixteenth fall down in the well
Deep, nearly half full of water
That too in the rainy season!

There were no persons nearby for the rescue
The boy was not learned to swim
The sound of rainwater obstructed the hearing
It was such a wonderful experience of drowning.

Slowly going deep inside of the well
Not knowing what happens to the life
Somewhere there is still hope of survival
It was such an experience of near to death!

Somewhere something seemed to be happening
Someone trying to support me to the top
Not knowing what is happening
The boy was perfectly in calm and cool,
Still the experience unable to explain.

The magical hands pushed the body to the top
Asked someone to catch up the side rings exposed
In a fit of eagerness for survival
He caught hold of the rings in such speed.

Looking upwards he saw, the crying father and mother
But patiently the boy told to pardon
Without their permission taking water such a time
And asked condition not to punish him anymore
Only then he is ready to abide the instructions.

Reiterating their kindness and emotions
Asking to be brave and catch the rope of rescue
The boy obeyed the team of rescuers who done the job
The boy was none other than the writer of this lines.