The Perching Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

You beloved ones, think about us
If there is a little sympathy on us
We are destined to live in this world
With such freedom to fly in heights
And make our own nesting places
And nurture and love the new chicks
Where our existence is vital for you
Your children the innocent ones eager to hear
But look here there the place is changed
The little shrubs and trees are destructed
In place of there a concrete jungle replaced
How you can make us this horrible experience
When we returned we see the thrown away nests
Where we have to find new perching places
Is it your selfish ways the world to go
Where as an easy solution we finds the empty spaces
Possible, the wind pipes and holes you dug
For your own safety while making the jungle
Where the heat is unbearable, threat exists
A crazy owner can make easy harm on us
Still for existence we tries our luck
In this desert look place as long as we live
Expecting a time to get it resolved
Knowing well it is not in your hand.