When The Monsoon Rains Hit On Tin Roofs? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

In the villages
rare scent of wild flowers
solitary brooks & friendly frogs,
Bird songs
foxes hoot on mountain tops and lakes.
Owls like bad relatives.
Where to go here?
in the polluted towns
you hit on concrete pillars
and idle on long stainless bridges
that hold the modern civilization?
What to do,
destiny already written
and hard to erase?
Among the nameless tombs
I too a breathing corpse
in the Necropolis.
And I would like to grab the whole family and
journey into the past to see my
innocent Hometown's charm?