The Empty Nest. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

All flowers are not lovable
Though it likes pretty enough
All flowers are not having fragrance
Though it seems to be fragrant
Love the eternal emotion humans found
And likes to give and take love
Both for the world and continuity
The beauty the essence of love always
Not in material sense but romantic ways
A look an occasional call that makes
A love the real dance of mind it enjoys.
Otherwise the world seems to be boring
Just like an empty nest of a parrot.