Sacrifice Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A beautiful dove once a while
With its husband lived in a tree
A handsome dovecote they built
They made their own world in it
The wind came with a smile
The rains showered in praise of unity
The nature made wonderful feelings
The sun gave enough rays in cote
They ate what they got from fields
They praised the world and heaven
The force behind the existence
Their thoughts were always in positive
Mutual help and kisses they made
And often sung their own songs
Never they made a disturbance there
The leafy branches moved slow in wind
As if there the birds are not hurt
Eggs the she bird the dove laid
The husband went for collecting food
Everything was perfect and orderly
Until the villain came to disturb
A bird catcher came there to trace
And he found the pairs and the nest
Somehow got the husband bird in his net
And before the she bird he killed it
Unbearable the sorrow and emotion of her
And the poacher wandered in forest
He missed the ways to return
And there was no fire available near
And there came a heavy wind and rain
He feared danger and took shelter
Under the same tree the birds lived
Carrying the corpse of the dead bird
But unable to eat for want of fire
The she bird flown to distance
And carried a stick of fire in her mouth
Thrown in the ground near the poacher
And dried leaves and sticks easily threw
There he made the fire for himself
And put the dead bird for his food
The tearful she bird thought a moment
Without my best half what life it is
She herself sacrificed in the fire
The poacher happily ate her also
The selfless life of the bird is a model
Life itself is a sacrifice for kindness.