The Hide Out. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

They wakes up in the early morning
Comes together in the compound
When we see them tracing in earth
A good earthwork or any other thing to eat
The pair of birds are the routine visitors
In the compound for years passed
They are talkative just like eloquent ones
Though they fear the strange voices
Sometimes the guests makes their own
The proven friendship they are friendly
How the world of birds are really
May be they thinks more than we thinks
Or loves with mutual respect and concern
The marvelous journey entitled to them
They makes a beautiful life in their hide outs.