We Are The Travelers... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Men had found everything except the roof,
The roofs that save the foundation and structure,
The roofs that provide the shelter from weather tortures,
Thousand years of research and improvisation of nature,
Men have the roofs that can hold many strong floors,
Up to the sky, many levels of burning imaginaries,
Greek coliseums are left with the majestic pillars,
Angkor wat temple buildings are left barren for visitors,
Red Indians native villages are abandoned in great numbers,
All had have no heads of the roof, when we have it as the wooden floors,
Girder supported concrete floors, modern pre casted section stores,
Men have evolved from the dust to be seen in the rays of light,
How high we can travel in elevators and escalators,
When the floors start to move when we start our journey newer,
Against the will of the nature, we are the best and the worst conquerors.
we are the travelers and commenced our journey to the eternal dance floor.