Each & every muddy brick br And the wooden planks of their house br Whisper about the courageous parents br And the cottage comes up gradually. br The proud sky is bit inquisitive it seems br And the humble river says; br 'Do not worry, their innocent roof won't touch and bother you anyhow.' br Big ferries cross the river with huge cranes and building materials br And the proposed 'Toy Factory' build up very soon as per the country bald-headed Mayor's election promise. br The old ferryman sings in a sad voice late at midnight; br 'Hey! Dear Sons & Daughters br Definitely you all get jobs br And you meet strange faces with a new busy culture. br But don't change your lifestyle and let them burn your halcyon cottages br Those were built by your poor parents hardly.' br br *Certainly the rich stormy winds ruin the bourgeoisie Folklore. br -From the poor ferryman's Scrapbook.