The Mango Forest. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The great old gentleman walked straight
Through the desert like open vast space
Which was barren and sandy soil along
There in routinely he planted mango trees
The large shaded ones for public interest
He was fondly called 'Sahib' by all
He arranged the watering in time to mango trees
He liked to take rest in the shades in summer
He like to hear the songs of small birds
Which quarreled sometimes with mutual love
He liked the Bats taken as the resting place
In the branches of trees he planted
There he put large pots filled with water
To quench the thirst of all his friends
The beauty of mango forest old men narrated
There now a great college situates
Which some of the mango forests are extinct
The remaining trees are cut and removed
Surely the people done the job as usual
For their own comforts and housing plots.