The Result. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Result.
The end result of all is death
No matter, life is more worth
The end result not to gain
No matter, the life can be pleasant
The end result of black clouds
Here it rains as a long blessings
When the death tries to take all
The life of new buds here thrives
Saying well we are not defeated
Or can be defeated in due course
The spirit that continues to live
The world gives the energy and hope
Here new births are coming with hope.
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Birth and death are two definite destinations Through which has to pass progeny of human. Life is worth living in spite of motley hued odds For the human, loveliest incarnation of God.