Familiar with the way to my village

I start my bike from my home

Sometime beg to go there

And many time escape without asking mum



Every turn, temple and tree

make me fly fear free.

Every plant, poster and pole

touches my senses, sprite, my soul.



As I approach my village

I feel pure, please and privilege.

But, the blur scenario of people's situation

is because of superstition and lack of education.



Every action of the people

denotes "what they think "

Every eye of the man

speaks they are addicted to drink.



Three things bring the battle

our history has the sign.

Same flows the blood here

Wealth, Women and Wine



These *****, unhygienic atmosphere

never suits to my prime.

Dad never lets me commit mistakes

As a mistake is a mistake once, next time its crime



I sense the air of my place

I sense the people of my kind.

kids playing on roads, ladies cooking on the courtyard,

I sense the mud, I am bind.



I love visiting my village

To feel me, my origin, my exist.

Something connects me to there

Maybe the blood in me, that persist.