The Rosewood. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Rosewood.
A big rosewood stands near the way
A man himself a friend of nature
Says more about its importance
Thinks about the conservation
When it sees by another
He sees the wood value it deserves
The beautiful Patridge sings
I can't make my nest on its strength
I am leaving the place whatever it may be
Thoughts are different, all differs
That is the world and opinions.
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