The Shelter Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Upon the hills he often comes
And cries aloud in forest space
Expresses his disillusionment
The destruction that causes to their habitat
The tusk he shows in heights to fear us
But never indulge a threat in action
We knew his woes are genuine
A walkaway distance there lies his enemy
The poacher with a loaded rifle
Waiting for the next prey to get the tusks
In his eyes it has only money value
But the poor one have the only weapon
That keeps him to roar in forest
As a safety measure to keep up enemies
Upon the hills he often visible
And tells in silence please spare us
We are in danger in your hands today
No where to go from this jungle anymore
We have no shelters to reside
We are entitled our own habitat
Encroaching upon our space you boasts
The wild elephant a threat for humans
How I can be a threat in my dwelling place
Which destiny provided me in this silence.