Number Games. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The doors were closed and locked
The windows are damaged
Here I see the old primary school
Where little ones studied the mother language
Where they learnt to sing and imitate
The worldly songs of birds and parrots
Plucked and ate sweet wild fruits
They knew they were inseparable part of nature
To grow with every thing with humanely
Lot of memories passed through the mind
And tears came in such deep sorrow
Unfortunate school is closed forever
The strength and number game made it this way
Still there is hope knowing well it is only hope
Shall ever have a chance to see it opened
And scenes of smiling little minds playing.