The Story Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The wind murmured to the trees
As if to give a message
I have traveled along the shores
I have gone to all places of world
Where I observed the nature of earth
Together with the existence of humans
Their living conditions, characters
All along the way I liked them much
Where through the facial expressions
The little children's plays
The kindergarten going ones
The plays that planned in school grounds
All were welcoming me and happy
Really there were disturbing trends
The poverty stricken places
The dismayed expressions in faces
Those which I felt sadness
The wind predicts of the future
The future is written in letters of gold
That opportunities are there to reform
And this world might become a heaven
The opportunities are shared
Between all as if living together
Then I will tell the things in truth
And I will be contended with my journey.