Home Town Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It was clean,
My hometown
At that time
When I was a child,
But now not so.

At that time
I was going through
A simple process,
But now not so.

Rice dal vegetables,
Water air land
All were pure
At that time,
But now not so.

How to live?
With whom to live?
Where to live? ?
All are basic questions
With no answer.

Now I am there
With you,
But no truth.
No real love.
And all relations
Based on only
Business tactics.
When I was a child
It was not so.

The grass was green,
The sky was blue,
Are they not like that now?
I am confused,
So much changed
For what, whose fault?
Where is the cuckoo?
Where is the breeze?
Where am I?