A Sad Story Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There lived an old man who swims
Across the tidal waves and across the river
There he loved the river so much
As a mothers lovable affection he accepted
The great friendship with the river
When time to cross the river is arrived
He will put his clothes in a little packet
And across the river he swims with vigor
The river accepts the man as its dear friend
As if a good son loves its own mother
He merely makes a motion of vibration of hands
Only to make a presence of his body to river
As the great mother keeps the son with safety
She never cheated or acted in haste
And safely allowed to swim and allowed to go
Years passed a concrete bridge came there
We thought the man will opt the bridge to cross
The way where he has to cross for the journey
Nothing happened, he swam across the river
His attitude and habits never allowed to change
At last the one day the man was found missing
Not traced yet the poor old man, not everybody's concern.