Mountain, Hornbill And Others Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Blue and black clouds in heights
Moves to the mountain tops
The birds flies to heavens
The silver oak stands there to welcome
The clouds tries to pass mountain
The mountain grasps the clouds
As if a lover hugs the loved one
The mountains prettier than ever
The silver shines a little fade in cloud
Where the hopes of rain comes
The impressive majestic nature there
A hornbill opens the mouth in waiting
To quench the thirst, waits for rain
Honeydew melon in the fields
Sweet and blood of poor farmer's effort
Honey eater the bird, child likes
Honeyed grandma loves the child
Honey guides the world require
To tame the wild men destroying peace
The honey sucker sung a song
From the valley of the mountain, from a tree
Below there bushes of honeysuckle seen
The world require hone wort plants
Proper they can medicate to avoid swelling
In the legs of humans tired in wars
Honorably we require perfect humans
With so much love and hope we aspire
Hooded snakes makes the world fear
A snake catcher's choice for a stick
A world of beauty, this nature gives
The mountains, mists, so enchanting.