THE LOST VILLAGE

POEM – THE LOST VILLAGE
By – KIRAN JOSHI

Intone the song you sang years ago…
Bless back the beauty lost years ago…
Years ago I fell into slumber,
Years ago with each dying number.
Ow! I, a lone, remote, abandoned village
Wrapped up in severe sickening damage
Strange now appear these twisted winding lane
Alone here I am pulling through…
this needle -sharp pain.
No warm gatherings, no more play,
With large trunks people walked away,
Some alone, other with families
Aiming towards their destined cities.
Soon, the green turned barren,
Musical chirping saddened,
The weed land broadened,
The cattles were orphaned.
Barren begged for golden – harvest
Traditional muse came to rest.
Bring back my monsoon rain,
Bring back my season chain.
The world is dying, you in the queue,
Cities fascinate no more, that’s now true,
Running for life, there I see you…
Safest in the nest, from where you flew…
You need me again, you need my embrace,
I am your village and here’s your place.
I see the trunks coming back ,
I hear the musical chirping back,
Feel safe, my lap welcomes you…
Feel safe, for I embrace you…
Your roots are here, wherever you go,
Your soul is here, wherever you go.
Intone the song you sang years ago…
Bless back the beauty lost years ago…