To The Convenience.

Likes to walk in rough surfaces Than to walk in synthetic tracks Or more convenient ways without thorns The little stones in ways of pathways That tells the story of the late men Whose foots were disturbed in its touch And those men who made the world with pride The half naked, the roughly lived ones Their sweat and blood made my village Through the heavy flood they took the boat Through heavy wind they faced the life They were responsible for all plantation They cultivated lot of paddy in fields Which our mother cooked in earthen pots.