The Happening. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

There the moon takes charges of evening
Lighting to the world with so happiness
The clouds makes some disturbance
The tree shades blocks the milky light waves
Here the darkness makes as a pretext
From hidden caves the demons appearing
To strike and retreat in the darkness
Darkness have such a bad history
To disturb and destroy always
The clouds wandering in the sky with its presence
As a helping measure to ill will forces
When the moon says I am here and will arise
And just like morning sun I will help all
To make things easy to identify and to be caught
It is my power, and my vision, my aim
To help the needy and help the weak ones
Otherwise this world itself would be a hell.