Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Real Concern - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
A hand full of earth, the precious wealth
Where life finds its own breath
Where roots takes its own breath
The little seedlings sucks the breast milk
The motherly affection earth gives
Saving the earth a human concern
Polluting the earth, human intervenes
Gone are the days of committed farmers
Who were giving proper respect and concern
To this vast space of earth the life system
Everything changes, but earth must survive
There we should allow the followers to live
By farming, making dwelling homes everywhere
Like little baby plays of mud huts making.
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