The Lost Soul. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In melancholy voice she sings
In the moon light that spreads there
The small hut she resides
And her voice in silent atmosphere
The little hut was in a hill valley
Looking to the nearby river
That flows to the Arabian sea
Like a loving girl to her lover
She knows the meaning of the song
Oh! river you took away my beloved
In a boat capsize I lost my dear one
This world feels me so cruel
I couldn't bear the sadness
The loss I knew is never to regain.