Thirsty Birds Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In this extreme hot of summer
while I awake with tiredness
I hear the sound of cuckoos
perched in the trees of my compound
Then comes the crows in numbers
with thirst in their mouth I think
There comes variety of coloured birds
To the pot of full water I kept
There comes the little birds with sounds
They all drinks the water from the pot
Their unity in adversity is good
Than the human being itself I think.
The happy moments of joy I gets
When the birds comes to my compound
When they sing their songs with pride
I relax from my problems of life
How beautiful this world of birds
How happy to live with them.