The Birds In Heights. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The migrant birds with sharpened beaks
Conspired each other
The place we go have enough to eat
Where ponds are many
Varieties of fishes are there
We will get enough to eat
Enough to drink and perch in trees
The enemies are to be fought
Where our weapon is in our unity
And strong beaks we have sharpened
The planning went in heights
When the plans are thwarted
The sudden tornado changed their ways
They were thrown somewhere in earth
Not in unity but in separate space
Everything is not going as planned
The sinful acts will get instant reply.