The Qualitative Life Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Birds, they sing prayers
In the early dawn to the universal power
Here a man is in deep sleep
Unknowing the language of birds
Birds they are preparing for the day
They have to find the grains somewhere
In this summer they seek the water
But alas water gone away the pond dried
They prayed in unison every time
At last blessed are they the clouds awoke
There came a rain and pond filled
The birds quenched the thirst with unity
They continued the life journey as usual.