Each & every muddy brick <br />And the wooden planks of their house <br />Whisper about the courageous parents <br />And the cottage comes up gradually. <br />The proud sky is bit inquisitive it seems <br />And the humble river says; <br />'Do not worry, their innocent roof won't touch and bother you anyhow.' <br />Big ferries cross the river with huge cranes and building materials <br />And the proposed 'Toy Factory' build up very soon as per the country bald-headed Mayor's election promise. <br />The old ferryman sings in a sad voice late at midnight; <br />'Hey! Dear Sons & Daughters <br />Definitely you all get jobs <br />And you meet strange faces with a new busy culture. <br />But don't change your lifestyle and let them burn your halcyon cottages <br />Those were built by your poor parents hardly.' <br /> <br />*Certainly the rich stormy winds ruin the bourgeoisie Folklore. <br />-From the poor ferryman's Scrapbook.-<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mason-s-daughter-and-a-carpenter-s-son/
