A Good World. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Rivers sometimes becomes red water
Rain drops getting colored sometimes
Nightmarish thoughts hounds the human mind
Oh! dear life is it the curse of universe
Finding our own obstacles in progress
The heavy sounds somewhere threatens the sleep
Is it real or imaginary dear, life explain
The sleep less night a curse for all
Who are walking through the street without a lamp
An oil lamp that shows the real pathways
Where the thorns are not hurt the footsteps
A pathway in which both sides are thickly covered
With beautiful greenery to make the good welcome
And where the small homes through which we hear
The world of happiness and joy of little ones
We can give our ears to the such a good world.