A Goose Berry Tree. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

When he returned to his native village
After long years of foreign life
The balance effect of old age
The nostalgia on his memories
The old school where he studied
The surroundings, the greenery
And memories that couldn't faded away
The old play ground and old teachers
He remembered, but a lot have changed
The new faces of gladness in students
They are well fed and well inspired
The old days of poverty is only a memory
The new ones not the victims at all
Their parents works hard for their upbringing
To change their own position in family
The strengthening ties between communities
Where it is somewhat feels a difference
All are busy and have their own matters
The helping hands are minimum in village
When he visited his dear school
A number of memories came to his mind
Then he searched the corner of the compound
Where there was a big gooseberry tree
which gave them lot of gooseberries
And drank the water from the well
The sweetness still he remembered
But alas it was not there to remember him
The good existence of shade and ripened gooseberries
That somewhere his mind was a little feeling
As the plant was so beautifully shaded
Where they discussed in their own ways.