When It Was Not A Valentine Day. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There was no valentine days
There was only ordinary days
The day the sage a pair of bird
Perching in a branch of a tree
The good emotions they parted
The melodic sounds of their songs
The great sage saw in happiness
Prayed to the god for their best
But unfortunately a arrow struck
And fell one among the pairs
There the story of an poem starts
Never to kill, Never to kill
We are bound to protect every life.