A Resting Place. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Here I see the traveller's bungalaw
The building exclusively for the travellers
Where their journey is temporarily halted
Where there arrangements for eat, drink, and rest
The day long journey they finished
The traveller finds a relaxed mood
Here no one bothers to speak or disturb.
The identity kept as their own only in visitors book
The watchman looks on the valuables, safely
In the night he hears the fearful noise of jackals
Nearby forest, or flattened rocky land
The bunglaw have different stories to tell
The visitors history, character, exact mood changes
Just like a little world of experience
The travellers bungalaw in a hilly spot
Where they can look in distance, the river
The dangerous valleys, shrubs, and rocks
Anyway a new experience to a visitor to enjoy; .