By Chandra Shekhar Dubey
What makes me to walk
on the road leaving a world behind.?
A world that I made of my choice
Leaving my fragrant home
Old banyan tree , mango groves
and rippling crops on field
Where cattle graze and goats
Bleat in full throated ease.
Where days were bright
And nights tranquil nursing
Me in moments weary.
Is it a world that I dreamt
Listening stories from my granny?
Is it a world I cursed many a time
Buried under my sobbing desires?
To be lost and to be found everyday
At worksites ?
I have no answers –
As I walk on the road with thousands
Like me leaving a world behind?
My steps lead me to my village
Roads beyond the glittering malls
Shopping centres and sky scrappers
Where I toiled and soiled my body.
I smell the fragrance of corns
and ripe watermelons in fields
Filling strength in my stray steps.
Neither my dream nor my lost place
Pricks my naked soles on the road.
I walk to walk over my past
in land of my memories and dreams.
In those stories of my granny
Beyond the worries of the world
that lies behind.