A Journey Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He a wandering man
Walked along the places to places
Not have a destination in specific
Wandering through nights and days
Asked to explain where he belonged
Told that he belonged to the mountains
In forest he was born
A loving mother cared him well
Somewhere lost in the journey
The childhood he remembers
His near relatives are the surrounded trees
They gave good lessons of life
Irrespective of wind they withstood
Their shades they abundantly provided
To give a relief from heat of the sun
In noon time it was cool there
In rainy season a little difficult
He came outside to see the world
The people of so called civilized ones
Missed the purity of air and water
The pollution felt it unbearable
And proposed to go back at the earliest
The wandering man likes the forest
Where he can be friendly with the trees
The rivers, the serenity of nature
The smiling rivers, experience of shivering cold
Anyway the beautiful cradle he experienced
In his childhood where honey was served
The honeybee made friendship with the child
And allowed to take the honey for his needs
A world of happiness the forest he exclaims
And prefer to go back with happiness.