Rural Visions

In the dusty embrace of Jharkhand’s tribal hills, Where once vibrant green swayed like laughter in the wind, Now the palash trees wear a shroud of soot, A ghostly veil draped over their fiery blooms, Once fertile earth now a canvas of neglect, The hills stand as silent witnesses to forgotten songs. Not long ago, the arrival of a car sparked joy, Children, wild with wonder, chased it like shooting stars, Now, when planes carve through the sky towards the city, They scamper to the hilltops, hearts fluttering with dreams, Curiosity ignites, imaginations take flight, As if the very air whispers secrets of the skies. Boys return home, eyes alight with questions, When will they soar through clouds, touch the heavens? In classrooms, tales of space unfold like cosmic tapestries, Their visions stretch beyond earthly bounds, A longing for the stars, ignited by flickering screens. The mind, a precious jewel, must remain untainted, To dream lofty dreams, to let aspirations soar, Whether or not the stars align in their favor, Let visions and imaginations rise above the hills, Like eagles on the wind, unbound and free.