The Goings. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Goings.
I cannot express my thanks at all
Because it is beyond expressions
I cannot return the values
Because it is beyond returns
I cannot express my sorrows
Because it is beyond all expressions of sorrow
Beyond, laughs, tears, thanksgivings
The great women hood and a great world
Here in the corner the weeping minds
The tearful farewells to the gone souls
Oh! great world what the life at all.
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