Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Existence Of Birds. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Crows are steadily leaving here
Saying we are disturbed
We are impossible to clean the world
That you makes it a dustbin
With wastes that we cannot manage
There was a period when we were active
And cleared the world as a morning ritual
From where did we found our eatables
The thrown wastes we found it
Now no more possible, all seems to have polluted.
The children are no longer our friends
They are not giving anything us for breakfast
Leaving the homes for home tuition
When they miserably failed our existence.
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