The Rice And Husk That Lost. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A little rice and a pot full of husk
That got to a man of poor background
In such little happiness
Walked in distance to his home
He was tired and pale a little
Sat in the shade of a giant tree
In the wind slowly he slept there.

He saw a nice day dream in sleep
Sells the little quantity to a man of need
The sale proceeds uses to bring a goat
Giving to his wife to make it worthy
By getting more goats on delivery
And selling goats in numbers
Getting money for a happy life.

A little while in sleep he saw another dream
His beloved wife was quarrel with him
For directing her to do hard work
Every time to look after the goats
He was angry a little to his wife
He raised his leg in anger while sleep
Sorry to state the pot of husk and rice
Broken in pieces the end of the story
The greed in sleep lost his meager rice