To Be Saved. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The machines works its best here
To remove the rocks of hard strata
Here I see the wonders of machinery
Which replaced the labors of thousands
The wonderful works to remove the barriers
The nature constructed layers for future
The sadness is sometimes the wrongs
That makes things uneasy to mind
Disregarding the old monuments of rocks cut
The caves made my past ones here
The marks of their identity carved here
So much precious to me as a human
Who likes to let it for a future guide
Sorry, the running is fast and all is fast
We are isolated lot that too powerless.