Vikram G. Aarella - Kolar Gold Fields

The blue sky, the blazing sun
The heat, the dust and the rain,
The people, the buses, the only train.
The land, and the rough terrain.

The walk to the city temple
My friends, our meeting place,
The ground where we played
Our neighbours irritating face.

Kids playing in the streets
Shouting and screaming in joy,
Stray dogs scavenging for food
Crows and sparrows flying by.

The odd cow walking by the road
Goats and Pigs roaming free,
The Bikes, the Bicycles, the Autos
The potholes and the lonely banyan tree

Felt like I was in my home town
Where we live and let live,
Where everyone is kind and friendly.
It was a beautiful dream I believe.
And a very familiar one too.

CR VGA
20/7/06 Rdnr.

Vikram G. Aarella

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