The Mystery Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Sitting near the seashore,
Under the shade of large tree
The thoughtful man asked himself
The purpose of life, the world
And also the things of such big riddles
Nearby a boy was continuous attempt
Where he takes water in a little pot
And speedily pours outside in open earth
The man asked politely, dear boy
What you are doing here as an effort
Where the answer was I am continuing my job
To carry the whole water to make it empty
As you tries to unravel the mysteries of world
Which is a futile attempt at least now.