Little Thoughts. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

We are lost fore ever in this land
Where to sit and have a rest under a shade
All trees are cutwithout concern
The poor birds we lost for ever our nest
Whom to complain, we have no language
To make you listen our woes in open
Here see the plight of the little bird
Trying to find a place in an air hole
That too any time the intruder can find
The poor bird will lose the little nest
Here it hears the pet cat.s musings
Feared in the mind but not a remedy
Facing the challenges of humans made
The birds are losing their habitat forever.