Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Thanksgiving. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
I owes a lot of thanks to thee
I pray in silence to my country
While I have food before me
While I reads in silence the great books
I remember the days those passed
When poverty struck the little childhood
Ran here and there for a livelihood
And the village school class rooms
The broken benches, tore eyes on hunger
When children played in open fields
The happy events, untrained plays
I owes a lot to my country while I lives
In this small but beautiful dwelling home
Where precious books are kept in shelf
The things are changed a lot to my country
The country gone with its own progress
The comparative progress on food production
The comparative progress in education
Now the school is a perfect place of study
The uniformed children going smoothly
The noon meals in time, good teachers
I owes for the progress to this nation
I pray to keep it up with due favor
To all of this country with friendship to live
Where petty views never indulge in
My country a great nation of democracy
The constitution that protects us all
The guarantees on principles of freedom
I owe much to the good souls those passed.
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