Past Memory

Before decades, there were bullock carts The ringing bells at night and day The commands to the animals with a strong whip The poor ones walked along the pathways They carried the burden of human commands They transported the things for their needs The bullock carts and the man who led it The relations, just like the close friends The empty bullock cart in evening and nights The poor man slept and the animal knew the ways They reached in time to the home with the man Now only in memories, where modern roads and motor vehicles The relations changed, the generations, changed The attitudes changed, the things are only a past memory.