Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A Sad Song - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The birds sings sadly
Now it is the time of harvesting season
But paddy field is empty
No seeds, no farming
The fields are kept empty
We are idled and hungry
And leaving the place with our curse
The cycle of existence is in danger
What we can do for our livelihood
We are flying away
Seeking a new destination
For ever, not to be returned

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Life and lack of enthusiasm for agriculture makes the other living beings put to hungry.....

Comments about A Sad Song by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

  • Gold Star - 26,191 Points Abdulrazak Aralimatti (8/30/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    Truly, an agricultural activity sustains lives of many (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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