The
village friends I knew
Once
we were close playing our games
The
fighting fishes, the fighting spiders
Kite
flying and marbles throwing
Under
the big tree
The
shadows of many souls
All
eyes glued on it
The
fighting fishes or spiders
Kite
flying in the open field
The
challenging fights in the air
The
kites swayed in every direction
The
jet fights we imagined
Developments
came
Friends
split gone separate ways
Once
we could hear our voices
Now
it is just an echo
The
village gone
Changed
into concrete tall buildings
The
echo of our voices
It
only reflects in my mind
My
village friends
I
don't meet them anymore
Even
if we do meet on the road
We
may not recognize each other
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