Wise Gentleman. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The wise gentleman walks along the path
A black colored woolen cap he wore
And a walking stick his own make
From the branch of a sandal wood tree
Neatly polished and kept always his body erect
And steadily walks along the village foot path
He is revered as people's own uncle
In every problem his advise they sought
He gave right counsels from his life experience
The only vice he followed was his evening drink
And kept his humorous talks in any situation
There was no tension at all to the old man
There he found the real happiness in the world
Any one came to the home specially treated
As a valuable guest irrespective of position
He offered his best of helps to the needy
He was a believer of god in his own faith
Sometimes we felt it he was faithful to nature only
The wise man talked little but understood more
He is a man of our own village and real hero.