The Best One Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

See my dear men I lie here as a wind fallen tree
My roots are destroyed and broken almost
Just like your own limbs that damaged
I couldn't withstand the pressures of wind
Here in a moment I fell down to the earth
I have not cried, or feared the death
I know one day I have to pass the world for ever
Most of the time the cause was your own ax
Here the wind done a wonderful act on me
I slowly took positions to withstand
Unfortunate the misdeed you committed on earth
That made me in accident in undue time
Otherwise I could have lived for a long period
The earth under me were washed somehow
Your own pick axes made me in danger
Hope you will learn your own lesson at least now
Tree is your friend always and every time.