The Jungle Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The wild Tusker often roars in wild
To make the people to be fearful
And leave the place his own region
There he lives like a king and roars
Comes in the valley often to disturb the people
The salt whenever he sees a delicious thing
And to drink and eat the plantain trees
He proclaims the law in jungle there
Loved by the female once and followed
He can run fast in every terrain
He can threaten anyone in the ways
Still more or less he is disciplined
Never indulge to kill anyone in life
When people requests to retreat he abides
And says farewell for limited periods
There is a rule of jungle in every forest
The thing is that never break the lines.