The Hope Of Survival Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Mistaken myself the ways of journey
In a desert like place I reached here
My eye visions are lost for a while
The sun shine that brightened in noon
To trace a safe place to hide
To trace something to eat from this place
That make me healthy to run as fast
The jungle somewhere I have to find
In night I started the journey
Following a prey in open field of rock
When it was not reached, I continued
The walking without burden I felt
But something in mid way that happened to me
The place I reached was inconvenient
To hide somewhere in bushes or small jungles
Or at least to take a rest in shade of tree
The place once had a large space of forest
Where now it is now desert like, and heated
The ways are no convenient enough to travel
The day robbery and even finishing sprees
Still may I try my luck in this place
Otherwise i will loss the only hope of survival.