Retreat Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old man sits in woods
Just like a retreat from family life
Opts himself to enjoy the beauty
The great beauty and peace of nature
Wonderful feeling there he experiences
Where he misses the little quarrels
The flimsy reasons for make it odd hours
When he himself feels dejected
And finds friendship with the domestic dog
And throws the little food as his share
He knows the tragedy of life was expected
But till the end there must be peace
At last these green space offers me
The retreat from the crowded, busy world.