We Forget Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There lived a man
Pious and gentle in worldly life
Enlightened himself on principles
The principled life he followed
Duty bound in his job as a weaver
Said to be the only source of income
To live a life and learn himself
There he kept a needle near the meal plate
Together with a bowl of water, nearby
In case a rice that fells while eating
In careful ways to take with the needle
And to immerse in the bowl full of water
Then make it eatable to save a rice
There he taught a lesson to followers
There someone dies bereft of rice
At least a life can save by a grain in time
That food is precious and not to be wasted
A big lesson the people sometimes forgets.