The gravelling roads of the Valley!
Jumping into the public bus
The air filled with dust and muds
Abeit the Greeny hills
Along the Rainy field
Making the beauty of Landscape!
And my old mother
With whole hearted affection
Fearing me not being around for long
Insist me to own her Belongings
And a child seeking the mothers'lap
To hold the power of the Motherhood!
