A Good Fortune Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He swam across the flood
To try for a best catch in his mind
There a log of drift wood flows
With lot of wooden firewood possibility
The poor man tried his best and swam
There with hard effort he caught it
There he found something special
The root that spread peculiar in nature
That was a beautiful root spread in beauty
Those which he carried to the shore
There he worked hard with his talent
The sculpture found to be a valued one
The good fortune he got by the sale proceeds
Now he is a wealthy man and happiest man
Though he hoped only fire wood he got much
Than the hopes he could imagine in the wood.