Fond Memory. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

When we cried on hunger
You felt so sorry
When we cried with sadness
You felt so sorry
When we fall from trees
You took us with sorrow
When we went for a bath
In the nearby river
And swam across the stream
You called us to return
The period was so pretty
The emotion was so heartfelt
The memories only persist
You are gone in eternity
May be seeing us only as children
Not knowing the present day world
Mother, it is your name
It is fondly we called on you
When the night was fearful
When night brought hunger
You took the gruel pot with love
Poured and shared with happiness
I was a little hunger more than all
Still you shared from your share
Oh! mother the memories are many.