280. Deserted

Deserted looks the path
That leads to my village.
Poor facilities mocks life
Education and employment
Has long been tossed away
Bureaucracy is too busy
In pleasing the influential.


No longer the village caters
To the villagers basics ;
No longer the cuckoos call
Is music to the inhabitants ears.
The garish tunes of life
Have left them deaf.
Or may I say,
To stand in the crazy life's race
Village has failed to keep pace.

Yet the land may forgive
Their selfish needs.
But will their souls
Not one day weep?
Guilty of giving back nothing
To the land on which they rest.

Soul O Soul! I happen to be one of them.

@ Binita Jha