Poor Man's Apple. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Poor man's apple tree slowly vanishing
The nourishing fruit so scarce now
The vagabond children amused once
In getting the apple from cashew tree
The ripe ones in golden colors
The ripe ones in read and brick colors
The ripe ones in yellow and orange color
Somewhere missed the mindset of people
They cut the tree for firewood logs
The sold the tree for soft wood works
The tree is becoming an endangered specie
But thanks to government for saving a little
There it becomes prone to pests
And destroyed by nature its own plays
The poor man's apple without insecticide
The poor man's apple once so fruity
The poor man's apple once so beautiful
Served better the birds and animals
They can't afford the costly purchase
They are the poor ones always for nature.