The Visible Change Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Under this little roof I started the journey
With smiling and crying faces in cradle
Great love my mother gave
And slept in safety in the cradle
I do not remember my past
But I can remember my present
I can't envision my future
But I can understand the end result
Born in this village hamlet
Where neglect is far and wide
Where acceptance is rare in emotions
But I know all around me is the faces
The loving faces of human mind
Which I feel it as blessed ones
They only knew to love in heart
They are the resemblance of village
The village with flora and fauna
The place where trees and greenery still
The springs of clear drinking water
The sweat and blood of farmers in soil
That made into paddy fields for farming
But changes are visible not at all farming
The barren fields like childless women
Still there is hope of the future
The light of knowledge in younger minds
The playful joy of youth here and there
The plying vehicles and crowded junctions
The evening sky and colored background
The folk lore of different items
The people amused and entertained
The changes are going on and one by one
Still my village is so beautiful to me.