Gangadharan nair Pulingat..


Darkness, How It Is Felt. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There the cows of the village
Goes to the cowshed they lies
The village cows while it is dusk
Opts for a retirement in sheds
Darkness they fear, always
Darkness for them is death sometimes
The wild animals prefers to hunt
The poor cows and calves the prey
The domesticated hens of homes
Goes to their cages in time
In the evening hours they makes
Lovely sounds, of happiness
They prefer the days more
The time to find out the preys
The little insects they selects
Swallows in spirit of joy
Take and part the preys to all
The customary habits they maintain
Darkness always not preferred
But preferred by the wild foxes
In nights they comes out
To find out somewhere the cocks
Delicious food they prefer
Demon look they makes to cocks
The cocks makes the cries
But sometimes in fear they silent
Easily making themselves the preys
The nature's solution of food to all.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Darkness how it is accepted.....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015



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