Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Rain In Hills And Valleys. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
They call it thread rains in mountains
The good western ghat rains in continuance
Sometimes the continuity it disturbs
The normal life of people wandering in hills
To eke out a living and finding jobs
Rains, the rhythm keeps in falls visible
In sleep the sound keeps the rhythm
Just as mother's song, when cradle is moved
They call it heavy down pour with winds
In hills a nightmare of downfall of rain
Rain makes havoc sometimes in valleys
Carefully planted fruitful trees fells
The poor man, the farmer suffers most
Rain in normal ways a best friend of human
The existence of life depended on rain
The cycle of climate clearly visible in rains
A good heavenly shower there we expect
The best of harvest a long hope of men
The best of gracing grass the cattle sees
The fight of bulls in fields in happiness
Rain, it is enchanting experience to all.
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