Walking Inside The Compound Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There I walked along the woods
The trees which have natural talent
To make a peculiar sound
The whispering sound in friendship with wind
The casurina trees used for poles
They carries fibrous logs
In heights makes their own presence
The birds sits in branches
As if to hear the songs of wind
Just like cradle songs, they enjoys it
In darkness of night the wanderers fear
There it appears some kind of fearsome sound
The whispers in silence, not so prettier
The trees are strong enough to carry loads
Not always good enough for wooden work