They built a broad asphalt road
where, long back was a tiny trail.
No more tall grass around.
Things change and the aria
took a new look.
Before that there was much planning
and discussion and the tall grass
was removed for the flat land.
Things changed and all the
grasshoppers vanished.
He remembered how his young days
rolled on that lost trail.
There aremany fixed duties
for the people around him.
Every day they keep rushing
to directions
and then he would began
the daily game of searching
the relevance....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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