I wanna travel on the old road built with sand and woods..

And the bullock cart that carry the weight of the human, on a piece of wood..

I have been so attached to the banyan tree, where the old folk used to sit and tell me the stories of their childhood..

Those were the days when life was lived within the surroundings they called it brotherhood..

When I hear their stories, It makes me feel alive.. I wasn’t their, but my mind wonders as if I am on the road back to their childhood, living again their childhood lives..

#Old

— Abdul Gani Punjabi