Concern. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

He swam across the stream
Everyday as a ritual practice
To go outside beyond his home
Home a small hermitage like residence
The cow dung washed floors
Country wood rafters, doors and all
The coconut leaf folded and tied roof
All time it maintained well
The man who disallowed others
Talked a little worked more in field
Later I knew he was a scholar
However reluctant to change the lifestyle
Always lived with harmony with nature
There one day the foot bridge became a reality
The people's participation it assured
Everyone thought the man will walk along
Through their newly built foot bridge
The another day he swam as usual
As if changes are unacceptable and not a concern.