The Failure Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Season changes in its own time
Fortunes comes, without a saying
Misfortunes always in unexpected ways
No one predicts or welcomes it
Monsoons makes the world good enough
To keep it fertile for a good earth
Where humans finds their own food
The greatness of climate always there
The punishment together takes its own
The changes are visible and frequent
But are we ready to change ourselves
Not always repeating the failures here.