As age came
The young boys learned
Dreaming was fun for a while
Reality is the hardest bite
When the village gone
Owing to rapid developments
The young friends uprooted
Saying goodbye the last word
The village disappeared
Now the concrete buildings stood
Of those were the days
The footprints all disappeared
The temple and its celebrations
The gathering of different gods
Of witchcrafts somebody got hitched
Ball of spikes the woman didnt cry
The tearing down one by one
The changes came quickly too
Main roads cutting through the village
It was time to go...........
Those were the days
Recycling of bottles came
The old man traded
The young boys got some pocket money
The neighbours knew each other
The sons and daughters amongst the crowd
Nobody could make a fool or take a fight
Parents would come immediately settled it
The village of my time
The memories hold in my mind
The place I once knew
Now it was gone nothing else to hold
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