The Allepey : God's Native Place of Peace

Four directions full of water.

One boat loaded with matter.

 It is called Houseboat.

 To one inside the boat does not matter.

However, to them, beside the road it flatters,

It is also called Abode.

On the first journey,

Without a penny,

And finding jenny,

They say welcome aboard.

Whenever eyesight goes, you will find a God.

Not the Lord.

Even after three continuous days.

You will find it short.

Now instead of getting a nod.

People prefer a group of small dot,

 On a small page showing loading,

Actually not.

 “WHAT”

Where is that craze?

 Gone for a page!

 Where are those days?

Sown for finding ways.

To travel stands for becoming a sage.

Better were those black and white days.

And there it lays,

 The Alleppey.

 World’s only sacred place.

 Retrieve those days.

 I wish it would stop.

Before the time comes.

We find that drop.

 Last one,

On earth and it’s top.

So leave your job.

Go to that Heaven.

You will be able to understand a lot more than,

Just “WHAT.”