The Problem. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Now the fields are full of birds
The migrated birds, different species
They comes as guest and then resides
As they gets the permanent residency
Their nests are provided in trees
In branches of trees in their own world
The storks in different types, colors
Meditating and imitating to catch the fish
The long beaks, little sounds, wonderful ones
But one day they lost their perching place
They lost their shaded habitat near pathway
The tree was cut and removed from there
The nests were destroyed and spread under
The poor birds flying around the space
To find out a new dwelling home for their own