Where Do The Simple Singing Birds Go? Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

I too ask my self where the butterflies have gone. We have managed to destroy the natural habitat for our own comfortable living. Thanking for asking this simple but hauntingly painful question in a thought provoking poem.

The title of the poem attracts me to go through your poem dear sir. The depiction of the nature espicially in summer has been fantastically painted that a reader will want to read over and over again. I want to quote....... Burning Sun in Summer makes black boils Nude trees, rills, brooks, rivers, and hills Hear the sigh of thirsty beings all around. Brilliant poem shared amazingly.10