Damaged Umbrella Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The umbrella is damaged
There are holes here and there
It can't protect me from sun burn
Not possible to purchase another
It is made somewhere from the corner
Of this vast space for the protective cover
The cleverness of craftsman supreme
The cleverness of humans fails
The holes likely to increase in future
Where existence in sun burn is fearful
The reason for this large umbrella damaged
We have to analyse in detail
There the immediate restorative measures
Essential as a contingency for existentialism
The entire species gets the warning signal
The sun makes its own warning in this summer
Air conditioners are not sufficient
Neither it is the solution all around
Nor the solution is found anywhere
A green belt fortress sometime helps
The umbrella is having paramount importance
The coverage is a must for our own life.