The Sea Tells. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Dear ones, I am mighty sea in your eyes
The fact now is I am helpless at the times
Not cursed someone as the myths written in texts
Or something done wrongful way of my existence
The thing is your intervention always
That allowed by me for your convenience
Your freedom you took as an exemption
Your scientific inventions made my existence worse
Here my little species you are exploiting
See, I am not complaining you for fishing
But at your own needs of the time it supposed
You conquers and destructs the little fishes
Which are to be grown in large fishes and to live
Moreover the oil that spread in my water body
Remember, without me all of you will perish
That the existence of land is ensured by me
The rains are coming from the clouds formed
Still you works hard to destroy my life.