Oh, My Children Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

LOVE forces me to force you students
To learn at schools and at colleges
But your psycheresponds irresolute
By negative forces; less scores always.
Unprimed plants make forests wild
No citadel of beauty bounteous mild.
Without heating and striking on anvil
No gold bar becomes bangles for sale.
No stone fascinatesas smoothas cake
Unless rolls onthe torrent river rocks..
Until water molecules arevaporized
Formclouds and driven off by the wind
And condensed bychilly highland wind
No rainfor thirsty water any where drips.
‘No painno gain'-is a true idiom, Oh, hear
Children, misguided by the crooked, here..
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