Tearful Extinct. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

With tears the rabbits of wild ones
They in the morning, evening prays
In little jungles, gracing lands
Beautiful meadows, near water ponds
Quenching thirst, from small water holes
The nature cared them by stocking in rains
Ever they quick expecting danger
Never querulous in life for existence
But the prayers not helped them in full
There they faces the extinct, any time
The human involvement and killing sprees
Before a fire arm that they totally helpless
To run or escape in the jungles those planned.