The Will That Opened Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old lady of fortune dead
She dead in a coma and in night
No one to care but cared herself
And saved to the last as she could
The old lady of fortune dead
Leaving her lineage a full zero
Everyone was sorry for her
Her husband died in an accident
But lived with her own power and fortune
The inherited property she kept well
Everyone hoped she might have saved
Something more than expected as usual
The distant relatives came and claimed
And cried in loud to convince the mourn
The dead soul's salvation all they prayed
And in secret traced her boxes
That supposed to be carried the fortune
But alas they could find some coins
That too kept in rice boxes in care
The coins too last its value very long
And not exchangeable for a sum
There they traced the will of the lady
And the will they found was a registered one
All heard the reading of the will
There she left her inherited property
All she saved for human welfare
The nearest old age home through her attorney
The mourn of the relatives changed to curse
The poor lady's soul rested in peace
And her human mind's commitment to old aged
A resemblance of the problem of aged here.