Stork Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

People mistakes me as a saint in meditation
Sitting in the embankment of this lake
with deep meditation they think, but actually not
I am bound to sit just like that for a catch
My long beaks and easy to adjust neck
The inborn courage and concentration of mind
Standing stern without a sound or movement
I wait my prey in this lake the small fishes and crabs
Still people think that I am in sleep or something wrong
My destiny is to wait to the correct moment
When the fishes and crabs come to the upperside
Act with swiftness and taking my prey in my mouth
The children enjoy much in my actions and beauty
They say white is beautiful and stork is more
White resembles for purity and straightforwardness
Not always you remember I myself an example
I sits in the embankment of this river for my prey
In the slightest moment of movement I act
What else can I do for my living that I am destined
My eyes are half shut down you think but not
I am concentrating my mind and vision to the water
To see that my stomachs are full while I leave here
What else tomorrow that I do not know
Leave it to the future and its happenings unpredictable
People mistakes me as a calm and quite poor stork
But not actually I am, capable to do things in fast
The children are my friends and they learn from me
The primary lessons of life situations for a future
I am a stork by birth and entitled to live in this world
Don't disturb in my job of catching the prey from water.