to imagine there is a place still
with chat s* tied together in threads
from which villages are built
where children still run after
falling fruits and
setting summer suns
catching them in clear lakes
unafraid to jump
to swim
away from screens and air
of a city
that once was this place.
*roofs
~ Vaishali Paliwal
Los Angeles, USA
A tragic part of Palayan(Migration),which speaks volumes and volumes of beautiful narrative of these mountains.
Poet has brilliantly described those truthful tales which the coming generation will heard by a story teller in his voice