Awaiting Return. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In the evening walks I see
Groups of construction workers returning
The mobile phones are busy and in talk
That the languages which I hear several ones
The migrant laborers of different states
Find out their bread in my small state
God's own country we call it
No dearth of drinking water and fuel
The people are friendly and wages fair
The migrants they works hard
And contributes much to build homes
Their sweat and blood for a suitable wage
Kerala now resembles a small unit of country
Several languages, several culture
The workers comes and goes
In the distance I see a family they feeds
In the distance I see the eager eyes of little ones
Awaiting their father, brother, or son
And the money their existence for a livelihood.