The Water Hole. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In a large rocky space he was walking
Thirst and hunger that disturbed
The peace of mind he lost in the way
Where to find a little water
Where I can quench my thirst at all
Or I will die for ever in this world
Let me pray in silence,
The heat of sun is unbearable
Oh! let me find some water
In this space of hard laterite rocks
When amazingly he saw birds were flying
And perching a leafless bush
Speedily he walked the way
There in his surprise he saw it himself
The water in a little hole nature stored
Well in time he found it
The water holes are more in rocks
A nature gift for birds and species
He quenched his thirst from the hole
And relieved for sometime near the bush
Continued his journey with a little comfort.