The Silent Journey Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The journey was so difficult
Ways were not wide always narrow
Here and there sharp stones laid
The side ways were thorny
There the heavy rains made it difficult
The legs were sore with some patches
Still he walked along for a period
The life, it was amazing, he exclaims
Waved his hands to the fellow travelers
There he saw the marching emotions
They were not seen in another moment
When he called the reply was a silence.