The Request Of Jungle. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Throw away your weapons here
The way of jungle proclaims to all
Keep away your anger somewhere
The jungle says to all in clear sounds
The loud voice you may restrict
The jungle in little sound requests
Drink the pure water from the river
The nearest stream you can opt easily
But on condition of anonymity and little disturbance
Jungle tells the man with a little laugh
In fact I know you humans the tricks you play
To make the life so difficult here
your hunting spree days still I remember
My dear ones lost for ever from me
I cannot remember the sad events
Where they were running to find a hide
But unfortunate your eyes are so perfect
Your fingers without vibrations
While taking the wild life in cruelty
So try something more to keep me alright.