The Employment. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old man picked up the horseshoes
There if found to be threw in neglect
The torn ones of no use
The old ones no resale values
The symbol of hard walks of the horse
The difficult journey of run
The horseshoes refused to be picked up
The only son accompanied the old man
He found no use of the same for help
In their miserable poverty, nothing to gain
Money was scarce, they walked along
In the long stretch of journey continued
Then the old man saw a workshop
That the village people were using
He asked the smith to look the horseshoes
And if agreeable to give something
Where a very small money he got
The cost of metal which he purchased the dates
The sweet ones to be eaten in the way
Though small in quantity he refused to share
When the son eagerly looked the father
Hoping to get his share for a comfort
The burning stomach asked for food
The empty purse showed the helplessness
At last the old man told to his son
Dear one, any thing is valuable
And any one is helpful, so follow
The line of thought in good ways
Here take your share this little dates
And speed the journey to the other end
Where we can find jobs for life.