In Heavens.

The footprints of bullock carts The footprints of horse shoes There I see in old pathways Near the tarred roads abandoned. I know them as the resemblance of past Where my forefathers and forerunners passed Their facilities were limited Their work experience was also hard. Still they were successful in different ways A peaceful journey they passed Silently left the scene from here Without making noises and disturbances. The period of old era is gone ever Epoch making progress everywhere we see Computer knowledge even to the child Became a necessity for a bright future. Still a nostalgia of the village people Who spent their life with little amenities Coming in mind while I see the progress The noble and pious where they in heavens.