Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Voluntary End. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
A pair of birds, they built a nest
In a big tree branch in the forest
That spread with a fine trunk, with strength
Every thing they felt so happy
They loved and loved and lived with pleasure
The life was smooth, without fear
One day they saw something moving beneath
A serpent they saw was the thing
Which they feared their Chick's life
And cared well properly, always one in the nest
The male bird flew to distant, for the food
And carried to the nest to feed mother and chicks
One day he missed his beloved half caught in a web
A cruel poacher's act destroyed her
Another day when he came back the little ones lost
They the cruel serpent made its own bite
The life's cruelty is beyond words
The poor bird flew here and their in sorrow
His love and attachment was so great
At last he saw the poacher with another web
At last he put himself to the extreme
And caught in the web with consciousness
This life is miserable without someone's love
An act of detachment from this worldly life.
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