This The Space. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The whole world is a golden pot
Filled with elixir to quench the thirst
To rejuvenate, to be active
To be kind, to be just, to be frank
The whole world is a golden vessel
The bright vessel for all entitled
Not to be covered with black clouds
Not to be made invisible at all
A property not our own but our own in means
In present time and present moment
Till we tells farewell from the world
So to be highlight the brightness
Than the clouds which will disappear here
The expectations may be positive not otherwise
The turmoils will end and glittered by
The junks will be cleared by its own ways.