~Prabin Khaling~
Now a Day, villages somber in deep sleep
Habit of waking in the dawn has been forgotten
Walking with the rosters call has been interrupted
Now a day, villages run to the cities with flags and slogans.
Villages sleep till late hours
Treading the dew moist paths, village enters the city
And when this stranger village enters the city
They are known not as Dhanman and Dhanmati, but by the name of party
Where bonding and affection is bought with the money.
Springs, the breezy groves and the serpentine ascends
Like a continuous speech sings the melodic Malsiri
Every now and then comes face to face
Not contend with all these.
There is a politics mocking an appease
Wariness of the Chawtari,
Water of the Dhara and and ascend of the path
And thus they play politics every now and then.
Village that went up and down with Rako
Village that came to stay with affection and bonding
But when suspicion crept within the family
And when the death is announced of relation and intimacy
Those who said than peace prevails in the village
that village has started shouting the door before the sunset.
Perhaps, the pain and agony of the village is still unchanged
Developments is also as it was in a snail pace
But I don’t know why these days my village
I becoming a name of conspiracy, speech, slogan and malice
Indeed they have started saying, this village may no long live again.
Gangtok, Sikkim
(Source : English Samakalinsahitya)
