In Heavens. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The footprints of bullock carts
The footprints of horse shoes
There I see in old pathways
Near the tarred roads abandoned.

I know them as the resemblance of past
Where my forefathers and forerunners passed
Their facilities were limited
Their work experience was also hard.

Still they were successful in different ways
A peaceful journey they passed
Silently left the scene from here
Without making noises and disturbances.

The period of old era is gone ever
Epoch making progress everywhere we see
Computer knowledge even to the child
Became a necessity for a bright future.

Still a nostalgia of the village people
Who spent their life with little amenities
Coming in mind while I see the progress
The noble and pious where they in heavens.