Continuing System. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I see this world in all its metaphors
All its beauties, and panoramic scenery
The greenery of the world
The wilderness of the forests
The small jungles that habitat little animals
Their hide outs fearing my fellow humans
They knows the pitfalls that we makes
For making themselves preys to their eatery
The metaphors, of the world is praiseworthy
Everything goes in its own way here
The thoughts are temporary,
Taking place one another, the continuity it calls.