Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
He was alive up to the morning breakfast
Went to his morning walk
And straightaway to his coconut garden
But destiny waited him there by a fatal fall.
The fatality by the uprooted tree
which perfectly upon the poor helpless man
The tragic end of a human being sorry to remember
No one can predict or see the dangerous events.
Another human being a man of friendship
His death was so difficult to remember
Unexpected, unable to contain in the memory
His departure in such a way of accident.
A newly built house with all amenities
Housewarming planned, and arrangements made
Wished to see his friends and colleagues
In offices, and homes of friends, relatives.
In morning after his routine lifestyles,
Got started the two wheeler he travels
covering some distance he came back
To ask a glass of water, may be a last drink.
In the way of the journey met such an accident
Collided with a vehicle which was so fatal
Met his last breath and gone for ever
From this world of sorrows and hopes mixed.
The journey of life is so miserable sometimes
It feels and makes so disturbing in memories
In such events of death the unnatural ones
Also unexpected time without fulfilling wishes.
But we are supposed to continue the journey
The spirit of life gives us the courage
The hope of tomorrow is an expectation
Come what may be, we shall face it bravely.
Topic of this poem: friendship
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