Loss Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

It is rains that brings the flood
River Thejaswini once unhappy
Rains brings good alluvial soil
From hill tracks to the downstream lands
So fertile to plant trees and seedlings
We welcomed the flood in those times
When now floods are approaching
We are a little angry to our own river
See you are not depositing the soil
Our fields and gardens are not manured
Saying you are lazy to load in yourself
The rich manures ingredient to soil
When I listened the river I feel
It silently telling me the real thing
The fact is no alluvial soil at all
All already drained by cutting the forest.