The Destitute Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He do not know where to go
The people near and dear deserted him
The home that he built is lost to him
The people turns their faces and avoids
Due to the plight of a destitute
A man worked hard in youthful period
Earned the little money and home
Made the family to go ahead in progress
Is now abandoned from his home for ever
No where to go for an asylum he feels
The woes of a poor old man continues.
The new generation a few of them
Non grateful to their dear parents
In their old age when they require support
Makes their life so miserable and suffer
They argues let them pay the prices
For their arrogance of behavior in home
The home they fondly nurtured in youth
For a convenient life they envisioned
The support of kith and kin expected
The world we see now is going ahead
Where there loses the place for aged ones
The unwanted non workable they consider
But they are the most experienced ones
With a vision on their intelligence and effort
Made this world so comfortable to live
Get them their due share of hope and concern
The youth of today are going fast
To become the aged ones of tomorrow
Where their fate is to ensure prosperity
Secure the life from the noble efforts
Aged ones are not a burden but a real hope
A nice confidence always they gives us.
Every where ensure their presence
Just like a glittering oiled lamp in flames.