The Passengers Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The messengers of peace from heaven
They came to the mother earth in flying saucers
The lights were dim and hided the saucers
In fear of man who is clever to find them
Slowly walked through the woods to towns
To look of the world and happiness of people
They traveled to islands in sea planes
That made in their own domain of other world
And expected a beautiful island for experience
To live in peace for the time being
Unfortunate, no such islands were vacant
Or fit enough for a safe residence to them
They tried their best in mountain ranges
In between the mountains and rocks
Where barren land and nearby rivers liked
Unfortunate the places were already have dwelling houses
The good world is decorated than the heaven
And perfect place with peaceful living yet to trace
They exclaimed the human skills of creativity
But critical of their own unreliability.