Man Of The Bush. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He lived in a bush,
Lived from abush,
Hunting for little animals,
Sat under the bush,
When it rained,
Yet getting partly wt,
He was under the bush,
When it snowed,
Shivering with the cold,
It was the bush region
He lived in, never thinking,
Liking the cilization beyond,
Foreign was his own country,
He live alone with family,
Speaking their own tounge,
Disliking the ones
That came, or passed by,
In monstrous machines,
But he lived a life
That was content,
Unsurpassed by any.


Ravikiran Arakkal.