Bilaterally, they started their journey. <br />But there is no any trace of ancestors. <br />Their tombs covered with grass. <br />We grass roots continue our journey. <br />It seems that according to a certain order by a hidden enforcement? <br />The old coloured lodgings here & there with their brassy new names. <br />We stay a night or two then proceed onwards. <br />The conviction in everybody's mind that hides the careworn? <br />We pretend as perfect but we are the carbon copies of our hazy Ancestries.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scampering-run-in-labyrinth/
