The Lovely Father. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Two or three horse shoes were lying
In the way of those pedestrians
When we looks them in such scorching sun heat
Assuming them as father and son
Walking behind the father with speedy steps
The poor boy felt it so hungry and thirst
Unable to get eatables on the way
The purse that kept by father was empty
Seeing the horse shoes father commanded
May be it useful in our journey somewhere
The poor boy was angry and depressed on hunger
And hesitated to oblige the command
The old man himself took the horseshoes
The iron shoes that sold for a little money
There he purchased a little sweet dates
And took water from the nearest well
Slowly quenched the thirst and hunger
Without giving the food to his own son
And told him every silly thing is worth
And you avoided my advise in time my boy
And gave two or three dates to the son
And enough to drink pure drinking water.