The Conviction. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The beautiful woodpecker with a hat
Like wood cutter she tries her best
To dig a hole for her own safety
And use it as a beautiful hide in life
To make a convenient world for her own
I see her efforts takes in care
Slowly and steadily she makes it
Looking sometimes here and there
Where may be enemy to disturb the poor one
The cat, falcon like born enemies
Still she has a will and judgement
This world is for me and all
I am destined to make my own world
And my children, a world she likes
I likes the sounds of beak in distance
Now steadily the sound is a bit softer
While a little cat waits underneath
A chance she likes for a beautiful catch
The poor bird seems to be frightened now
The sharp teeth of the cat she fears
The painful death she sees as danger
Oh! world everything appears in danger
Only the mental courage can withstand the life.