A Precious Treasure. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Here is a lunge box that I keeps
An old one with scars
The box that I used to carry my lunge
Filled everyday with boiled rice
My mother gave it in the morning
While I leaves to the nearby school
I shared sometimes to the needy friend
A portion, for my dear friend hungry
He gave me support to study well
Showing me the notes neatly written
The lunge box is a precious memory to me
Still I keep it as a personal treasure