It Is Our Responsibility. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

It was an abandoned well
Covered with thorny bushes every side
An ordinary eye can't visible inside
But the wind brought the great truth
And the death of a poor lady
The victim a poor mother of little child
All of the villagers wanted to know the culprit
Who killed and abandoned the poor one
Someone a senior citizen proclaimed
This lady was accompanied by a youth
The shrewd police officer made an inquiry
In private he knew the culprit's name
And silently withdrew from scene for some time
After inquest and some days after all knew
The Killer was actually a man in the crowd
Who was also eager to find the culprit
The world's mysterious death sometimes mistaken
And actual culprit tries to get scot free
But the stern hand of law can solve the mystery
And the law takes its own turn to punish
Where the citizen must be helpful always.