Gangadharan nair Pulingat..


The Luck. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

We were crossing the river
In a small boat country made
The wooden boat, of mango tree may be
Easily float and to cross the river
The floods it faced, the waves protested
Still in journey in friendship to all
The wooden boat made by some country crafts men
Dug in raw wood using the simple methods
No seriousness itself it was an ordinary one
One day saved us all in a heavy flood
Where a tree log came in such speed
And to tell a horrible story of the river
When it reached the spot we cried in loud
When the time was rainy and flooded water
The boatmen having the talent and strength
And anyhow saved the boat from collision course
His cleverness saved us all a mere luck.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Life and miraculous escapes often saves the life.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015



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