Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Remnants Of Old Homes. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Remnants of old homes, heritage homes
Where we see the remains
The monuments of earlier lives
The passed lives of village people
The walls that constructed in bricks
Or stones, with lime mortar or mud
The village construction were self reliant
Used the wooden logs, bricks, stones
Plenty they were available in vicinity
Rooms were small light in scarce
But security concern more important
The march past of king's forces
The destruction they made in attacks
The sufferings of people of the time
Abandoned their homes, and ran away
Life always a struggle for existence
I see the small windows, old ones
Where may be the people enjoyed
The fresh air of hopes and scenery
The songs of birds, quails in trees
The remnants of old homes, real monument
Superstitions, realities, mixed ones
Still wonderful feelings as a heritage site
I see the finger print of the period in wall
A human being made his own presence in graph
Remnants of old homes, becoming rare
New age homes, and facilities came
Still the importance of old period and people
We remember through the prism of monuments.
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