Village Road1 min 12 1 min 12
A long queue of unwanted children on my village road
With their dry face expressing the pain of deprivations and pangs of hunger
After successful departure of so many decades from the benevolent heart of Village
No progress, no development and no fruits of prosperity
I couldn't suppress my tears exploring the dilapidated condition of that unpaved road
Where I was exploring the pristine beauty of the ripe corn field
Where I was competing with my friends in race
Where I was relishing mangoes carrying my school bag
And gathering the red gravels from it to throw them into the holes on its heart
On this road I was wandering with my friend on my bicycle
How did I erase the memories accumulating the fragrance of town?
How did I wipe off the immense contribution of my village road?
It has become inordinate delay to ensure revamping on the heart my beautiful village road
But this is the generosity of my village which has never knocked the door of town for its survival
Now the time has reached to rescue the red road from the ramshackle state
Though it is sprinting toward demolition
I will renovate it, beautify it and exhaust my endeavors to make it a passenger
On the way of development
Despite its deterioration, I could feel the inner beauty of my village road
Which oozes its elegance embracing red gravels.....