Past Memory Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Before decades, there were bullock carts
The ringing bells at night and day
The commands to the animals with a strong whip
The poor ones walked along the pathways
They carried the burden of human commands
They transported the things for their needs
The bullock carts and the man who led it
The relations, just like the close friends
The empty bullock cart in evening and nights
The poor man slept and the animal knew the ways
They reached in time to the home with the man
Now only in memories, where modern roads and motor vehicles
The relations changed, the generations, changed
The attitudes changed, the things are only a past memory.