I try to look back at the place I grew up
The trees have cut down
the lands have gone barren
Floods have swept the entire place
Over cultivation have destroyed the life in soil
The desert now emits heat ...I search for a oasis
Unable to find that
I take shade under a lonely tree
This land is vacated..it is a orphan on its own
I feel sad for the place I have grown up
Does grains of sand have some kind of existence
A pebble rolls down towards my feet..
The expanse which meets the eye
belongs not to the rocks or the few trees creeping up
It belongs to time..
the memories take possession of it ..they own ..we cannot grab it away