They Forgets To Sing.. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The birds are tired
I miss their beautiful songs
The morning songs I likes
There no songs at all from birds
They are late comers now
They are behaving like distressed ones
It is the drought that makes them difficult
To make a beautiful sound
After drinking and cooling themselves
They have lost the vigor
They forgot to sing
The praise of joy to the all powerful
They expects for a shower anytime
But poorly misses the happening
The shades of trees are missing
The scorching sun destroyed the greenery
The birds are tired
Tired enough and not possible to sing
Tired enough and not to welcome the sun.