Loving Past
In a remote village
I recently visited
all the houses tin roof
over wooden trusses
ekra bamboo walling,
mud plastered.
At the roadside installed
a community water tap.
The nature in that village
not so altered by humans.
There, I felt a while
myself going back
to the era of tin roof houses
of the conventional
agrarian environment
when I was a child long ago.
16th Nov.2018
( The poem written after visiting the S.C village of Pheiyeng )
Copyright © Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh | Year Posted 2020
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