The old weight loading stones a memory
Where it served the pedestrians with load in head
And have a secured unloading for sometime
And ease the tension of load in head a bit
The weight loading stones were laid by the rulers
In foot paths and later became the country roads
A memorial for the past years that gone by
The foot prints that taken by the earth
The finger prints that got in the stones
The period resembles the a rich history of help
That provided facilities to the people in walks
Moreover, there were drinking water facilities
In waysides in earthern pots with servicing
The people were cordial and helpful in friendship
The old days memory still persists in these stones
But slowly disappearing from ways sides on improvement.
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