Old path

Walking down the old road
Walking alone the road once roamed
Path remain same
Yet surrounding changed.

Trees covered road sides
Sheltering black hard tar.
Few stood strong, others have fallen
Heated road flashes with hot rays
Closing the eyes blocking the view.

Kids run around, have grown up,
Yet,
not to be seen, have left country side.
Some stood behind stuck with simple life.

Same old buses, same old crew
Drive up and down creating storms of dust,
once dust is cleared, there is no difference,
Only the same old country.

Life is simple, but very hard
You get stuck like to a trap,
Beyond border, beyond city
Simple village remain intact.

In time to come
Heat of the city will reach the place
Turning it with rings of fire, turning upside down,
Place once lived, will turn to grave,
Glimpse of grave now can be seen
Before the disaster return to base
Before the life line forever gone.

Come back to the place
Where no one ever left,
Where no one ever leave