The Help. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The little boy remembered the story
He remembered Prometheus the great one
The god who got himself humiliated
The god who himself sacrificed for his deed
The great deed out of compassion to humans
When the lit the lamp he remembers the story
The gift of great one to entire human race
The ignited torch from not other than sun
The first attempt to save the humans
To make easy of their lives in darkness
The ultimate punishment meted out to Promettheus
The chain of torture, the rocks that tied upon
The eagle which may have felt sadness
The Tormented, tortured, chained soul
For the sake of human goodness, at the time
Now Prometheus is no more, we forgot him
We are the same human race without gratitude.