Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Service - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
While walks through barren land
The barren space of foot paths
Where scorching sun accompanies
It is unbearable the heat in the way
Where shades are neglected or unavailable
The way is suffering with heat
When the walks are under tree shades
The feeling of comfort is great
It is trees that blesses the human beings
Knowing well when chances occur
They will cut it into pieces.
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