The Talent. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The little one wrote a small poem
He sung it aloud in his class room
The imagination was about his own home
Where he is growing with talents
With plays, and skills without class rooms
The class room being the home itself
The teacher being his parents
Where the texts are in unwritten ways
The lessons of agriculture, poultry
Together with live stock management
He wrote about the little lines and sung
He tried to listen the sound of lowing river
The images that brings him happiness
One day his mother saw the write ups
Where the pages were written about her love
And concern for her talented child
Little he told to others
In secret amused the little one's talent.