A Mason's Daughter And A Carpenter's Son

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