After a long time, I visited my village,
This village of my happy youth,
Which I left in my quest for money,
Lost in the concrete jungle my rustic pleasure.
On a misty morning, I visited my village,
So changed, full of strangers,
The little pond and the big banyan,
All gone away with the playful children.
Nostalgic and pained, I stumble
Tractors and two wheelers rumble
No one recognises me!
A stranger in my own village!