The Good Freedom The Quail Sung. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In the early morning the quail sung
Hear you humans I am singing
The great freedom songs here in heights
Let us join for the melodies
And where the wonderful hills echoes
Let us join with Bamboo forests
The whispering sounds pretty songs
Listen the smiling face of streams
This place the hill ranges of western ghats
They sings the songs in sorrow
Humans tries to make it toxicity
They makes me the dumping canals here
I am singing to forget the plight
I enjoyed the freedom for centuries
I liked humans and animals and served
They enjoyed the rivers to travel
They liked the rivers for their all needs
But here I am changed into pessimistic
With little hope of rejuvenation
Anyway my freedom is so far ensured
I know freedom the very freedom essential.