Feeling. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

You makes pain to me dear
I can't suffer your strong footstep
Here I am suffering pain
I can't make it as a complaint
Because without you I can't be happy
I continues your bear the brunt
For long in the ways of my existence
You spread the pain in all my body
You made your own homes in me
With several experiments of life
Of designs, changes, and finest ones
Then your own brothers destroying
Here also the pain is main, gain is nothing
Dear one, think a little and less my pain
Or I cannot withstand the pressure anymore
I will complain to someone more powerful
The punishment will be big and ruins all
A ruined world you cannot imagine
Where your castles are mere the forms
That made near the see shore by a little one
That too with a slightest change
Falls, spreads and continues as sand.