It Is Fact. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Guests they are coming and living
Staying a little, then disappears
Some are friendly, some are silent
Some likes to meet each other
Telling their mysteries meted out
The flows of life, without break
The hardships are many, spirit is high
They make their own ways to pass
Who is right and who is wrong
We do not sure, the exactness of things
Some makes themselves happy, some sad
But circumstances are the real thing
Life a little mystery to all