village roads

Village roads..... Why...... At times I don't know.... Why . . The village roads, Still outside the smoke.... Why... The village roads, Teemed with realised crops, Enduring and enchanting....... At times, In the bustling,crowdy cities, Seeking the past fertile soils glory, My legs bleeds, Cause, thrashing the rusted nails of woods..... At times, It's an illusion, At a time It's a sorrowful.... I An endangered before Lost existence inside the masks.... I Once,. A light... Entwined with the waves... I Once The village roads.... Kisses fields and craftmens thatched sheds.... But Now, At times.... Why .... I don't know.... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.