Memories Of The Old Village Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

Memories of the old village
Resemble those of the dear departed
Returning from on the border of them
All seem much barren and bore

Often a thought haunts
What if man had not mind?
How would he have lived?
Would he be upset as of today?
Had he been moved on seeing
The world heaving with sorrows?

If nothing like this happened
There would have been no difference
Betwixt man and the railway engine
The engine never feels grief-stricken
When it crushes and kills the innocent
Maybe death too won’t have been
As much agonizing.

Intellect frames our life is true
But mind maintains it, is still truer
He who keeps balance of mind
(No matter how he nurses talent)
Can walk unfaltering among tremors
Of unearthly earth quake.

And to him memories of the old village
Also remains fresh as ever.