Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The Ill Luck. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Tens of crows flies near the home
Only one takes some rest
That too near my kitchen always
The food articles thrown away as waste
Slowly eats in hurry and retreats
Sometimes crying for a companion
But the poor crow always misses
When I looked it closely
There I understood the problem
It had lost its one leg and suffering
And for such a living bird of suffering
The other birds opts it to neglect
Deserted to its own luck for life.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The ill luck of the bird......

Comments about The Ill Luck. by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (4/5/2015 7:02:00 AM)

    The pathetic story of an injured crow so well narrated. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015

[Report Error]