The Village Road Poem by Dr. Sandeep Kumar Kar

Boarding the train,
when i move toward the city,

the shrine of my missions,




looking through the window of the train.

I see the village road flee from me,

desperately in a zig-zag serpentine way

as if escaping from me like a prey.





I pray oh Road! why do you flee?
Why thou can; t recognise me.
Tell me the cause of your fear, my road! .
Do you afraid of my costume of a city Baboo
away from me flee?




Try to recognise this train,

to see which i used to come

riding on your back,

away from the routine of my school.

One of my hand holding my slipping shorts

from my waist,

the other engaged with the alignment of the school bag.



My aspiration to be in the train,
to bathe in the glamour of the city rain.
Now when I am in the train,
why don, t you welcome me to the same? .

My promise to give you a new costume,
after i return from the city,
after the completion of my mission.
No dust on your face,
after you get a concrete wrap.
Now, come on my road! , don; t be so rude.


Do you think, I am boarding

the train of competition,

treachery, and synthetic emotions,

where aspirations conglomerate to sweat drops,

leaving tense foreheads,

rejecting your sweet invitation

of a cool, simple and tension free rural life.?



Come on oh road! , try to understand me.
I am no longer in slipping shorts.
I have left my school bag years ago.
I have nourished lofty dreams.
If you don; t understand me this time,
go away, I will never look at you,
when i pass riding the city bound train.