The Destiny. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Who gave me the umbrella like wings
That easily damaged
Who planned my survival
In unequal terms of life journey
Here in nights I am destined to fly
Just to find a drop of natural honey
Or fruit to my own existence
How the wonderful life we experience
Destined to downward poses in trees
Where the heights to be managed
For our own survival in this large world
The good peepul tree gives the asylum
The destiny made us to live in this world
The little one cries for breast milk
The journey is only to survive
Where our life is threatened in several ways
Bats we are the suspected lot.