The Dreams Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Envisioning to a beautiful cradle
A wooden cradle with nice carvings
Where it is made by a wonderful skilled hand
There it is proposed from a heavenly soul
The cradle where it sculptured so much stories
Where it can sing the cradle songs of love
The hands touching the cradle will feel
A nice child's emotional sounds
The mother is not visibly seen
The cradle is visible those who likes
The songs are soothing the warrior front
Then there it can be seen a wonderful thing
The warrior throws his sword in a distant field
The warrior now carries little things
A pen and book in which he legibly writes
The essence of cradle song is love each other
The fading memories of dream is no where
Now it is the early morning and all is ready
To awake and make the world with full of creativity.