Distant Cry. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

We heard a cry in the wilderness
Where we noticed it as of a deer
Crying loud, and loud in suffering
A bullet injury made it wounded
And felt it as asking why you kill me
I am only a poor deer in my own pathways
And gracing through the meadows
The nature gave us the blessing abundant
The water sources, kids, and a world
Of happiness, and capable to run fast
But before your gunshot I am going to die
And leaving from the world for ever
Ask yourself what after all your gain
A days meat and that too at the cost of my life
Please stop the game and caprice of you.
Leave us in our own world of happiness
Otherwise the curse will fell upon you.