The Season Winter He Likes. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The season of winter, the misty days
Misty days those fog covered
With shivering body the man walks
The paddy field for harvesting
The hopes of life he accomplishes
A comfortable life with a better harvest
The man of joy in contentment
Life of a farmer ever happier
The family life he enjoys
Charities in handful of paddy he gives
Hopes a world of happiness without hunger
The hunger the people ever frightened
Where life is in danger for existence
Life it is ever great for every one
The winter season the man walks
Hard working and enthusiastic
The man is ever ready to serve the fellows
The kettles and pots ever ready
To make the food ready to serve
To serve the needy and not the greedy
To serve the hungry not the lazy ones
To serve the mankind in such happiness
Winter ever he likes to work hard
Where tiresome little but energetic more.