Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Time. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
How can there be birthdays and celebrations there
When it is boiling the streams
The places, and planet earth
The disturbances and casualties
Against humans and humanism
Birth days are wonderful when it is peace
In the atmosphere of love and care
A world of joy and precious and happy moments
But still at large, dreams are there
May the water is cooled and fishes are happy.
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