The Divine Treasure Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Streams and ponds slowly becoming dry
The scorching heat of summer is there
The cowherd walked along with the cows
And leads them to a safe drinking source
Once his forefathers taught the lesson
There in the forest there are springs
The coolest water source on this earth
You find out the source on your own
But be cautious, never disclose the source
Unless ensured the source in safety
The thickened forests covers the springs
There a mythology of demons stands and watches
Anyone destroying the spring will be punished
Someone planting trees will be rewarded
With sweetness of wild fruit and water
To quench thirst for you and cows
In the vicinity there is a grassy meadow
That gives enough to the cows to eat
Their cow dung helps as real manures
And fertile land it converts for future
Springs the source of natural water
Not in bottles for sale but as a divine treasure.