The Escape Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The crows were crying aloud
The sound in such a terrible mood
Somewhere their companion in distress
May be killed, wounded, or trapped
somehow, I came outside to find something
The mystery of bird's life nearby
Alas it was a pitiable thing also hopeless
The poor bird hanging in the wire
Electrocuted itself somehow, no one can help
The destiny of the poor bird ended there
The crying crows were a menace
But how can I get rid of them a question
If I tried, attack was immanent and danger ahead
Slowly and carefully I returned to my den.