This Is The Thing. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
This Is The Thing.
Birds, they sings songs
In their own language they tells
Why the world is so cruel
Their perching branches of trees cut
The vandalism they oppose freely
They protests through the sounds
They knows well the world is deaf
They knows well the world is dump
They knows well the world is blind
To see the plight of little lives around.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The nature and wild.
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