The Roosting Journey Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The leisure time that spends near the river
Where the murmuring of little birds that I hear
From eastern side of the river it comes
Passes to the western place of the river
To trace out their own perching places and nests
What they tells I assume may be about the changes
That taking place to the hill ranges they fly
The human characters, their talents may be
The roosting over their own dominion of habitation
The wings makes the sound in such unison
Who told birds are sitting and singing songs
They are making their own opinions about the world.