Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
With The Mountain - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The wind traveled through woods
Making its own presence of happiness
No one is trying to disturb
My journey that somewhere planned
I can judge my own in ways
No one dared to make obstacles
I can massage the great trees
And avoid the fighting there upon
In the way there it feels an obstacle
It was the mountain that stood in tall
Here the wind tried to play a trick
Telling the story of the events in ways
The mountain was amused to here the story
Slowly the wind passed the mountains
Hoping the smooth sail in other side.
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