Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Exclamations. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
A large Umbrella is opened up
Above this world that I exclaimed in childhood
While looked found to be more ornamented
Perfectly woven in heaven
The skilled hands those who made this world
The Umbrella sometimes changes its own colors
Its own opening and shutting like myths
When I looks to the sky I wonder always
Where it is the end or the start of clothes
The big umbrella with so much art works
The Stitching perfectly made
So far no strained or deformed
Continues to be opened in the sky
To help me to teach the new born baby
When it grows well enough to understand
The miracles of world and Universe.
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