In the bright morning light of the Sun
In the cart of bullocks
through sandy village route, then desert
with destroyed houses in a harmful rain and thunder,
A movement unexpected through landmarks in sands,
In the lights of lamps hanged in their cart,
bamboos skinned , where arranged into and emerged upwards and downwards tightly,
Making a cart safely from sunshine and rain
Bended legs inside for creating more spaces including crockeries
A nape they made without fearing accidents,
The eagerness of eyes of bullocks which made life a travel,
Its uneasiness which reverberated into silence while moving above small hills,
Broken are their utensils when they tried to collect it,
Withered are their utensils with broken sacs though tied it,
Searching a piece of land to live in the vast earth
Heirs are there for everything on earth, land, groundwater, trees, building
Heirarchy of things remains unheiring from the sky
Stipulated wheel sometimes broken and other times it worn out and fall down
Serving hays for their bullocks to warmout
With their fighting horns to encounter with a danger,
When the cart move they saw a car, which slows down.....
Neighbours are they settled in village once,
Became strangers are they, when one of the families moved to urban!
Destruction of the village routes made them move to urban!
A vast of urban, became a dream of them,
They forsee Safety in urban with concrete buildings, with less trees,
yesterdays rain made their houses completely ruin,
The unending travel of their bullocks made their journey rough !
But expectations about the urban made their wheel rotate unrepairingly!

All the way.......".why "they asked, because of flood, food, utensils, clothes washed away,
vehicle moved through splashed ambient water,
Escaping equations as boats in flooded roads !flooded house !
they dazzle the front light
Baby watches and grapes hanging near the mirror!
Their names in stickers glued here and there in the backseat glass
A moment of getting popularity in inpopularity
utterness of horn redeemed as a happiness of small spotages!
They,In their clement dwelling of woe which lay in the darkness of atmosphere due to rain !
The rainwane choose to be active by removing the sparkles of droplets-
Looming in their way !
The flow of old melodies from outside paved its way smoothly into eardrums -
chasing and hesitating to enter in but
vibrating without compelling,
The flood in the urban made their way to village
The silence in the village along with the beauty of the nature-
Make them find peace, a reassurance of mild words, and resserecting life
The children and their mother get down from cart, while
other children and their mother made look through the down pane reversion,
Their unpurposeful vision grinned thoroughly in street lights
where it scattered in water splashed in tar roads,
A shiver glistened in them because of cold adhering tightly due to rain !
one unknowingly veiled in urban and outwardly a village gesture
Other unknowingly veiled in villaging and outwardly a urban gesture
Their thoughts just as unfinished rhymes, thoughtless,
Duplicating the error and a renewal of silent cry,
with less understandings, with more lack of emotions,
some perfection drains with mature flaws,
To meet aimfully with words of meaningless views,
Even if they were under different skies,
They are in the same land of roses,
Sometimes seekers with different path,
But still in disasters.... desolation,
May this darkness of each day,
once ends to bring them together,
Again into the same world,
But carry to an another world of darkness,
Which they cant see or know each other,
Real unhappiness which they purposefully explore
They with varying feelings,
A world is more appropriate to them based on time? as good based on reality,
good to challenging situations?
For this world to become more suitable,
If not attaining success, even for overcoming miseries !,
Whenever It is rock, barren, desert, island, or in the forest,
even if the weather is cold, hot, mist, rainy,
If the season is summer, winter, spring, autumn... a rescue.a survival....,
An endurance to redeem with...
Able to breath, eminent and sophisticatingly, a safestest place
For village and urban, the underlying faculties profounded are same,
A turbulant meaningfulness is the real cause to be searched out of;
A wishful happiness with our duties and good deeds to be climbed out of,
A Soulful peace and fragility discovered and to be mount out of !
Within or without of enrichness ! to be confronted with or set as even a goal !!!
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© Uma.V.S