A village nestled by the road

 

A village nestled by the road, quietly it resides, bestowed.

No one visits, they say, for reasons unknown they’ve let go.

There was a time when hustle bustle filled those village lanes,

Now youth inhabit the cities, while age decaying in silence remains.

An old granny in her hut, lost in memories bitter sweet,

Eyes moist with longing, under the sun’s scorching heat.

Streetlights flicker with despair, no soul to witness their plight,

An occasional passerby, passing by, disappearing into the night.

Dusty roads eagerly await a traveller’s tread,

Amidst the silence, echoes of footsteps long fled.

Nearby, a procession of memories, with the elderly in tow,

Hopes of young’uns return shimmer, futile dreams yet to outgrow.

A village by the roadside, in dusty repose,

A lone dog roams, amidst the thorns and woes.

Sunday , 17/03/2024 , 05:50 PM 

Ajay Sardesai (Megh)