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...