The crowded roads, are now lone
The muddy road, now a gravelled zone,
The chirping birds are heard no more
The green meadow, now a garbage store.
The muddy road, now a gravelled zone,
The chirping birds are heard no more
The green meadow, now a garbage store.
My deserted village, now a developed town,
People were kind, now wake up with a frown,
The fireflies now an extinct breed,
We are discriminated by caste and creed.
People were kind, now wake up with a frown,
The fireflies now an extinct breed,
We are discriminated by caste and creed.
If this is what development cost,
We are happy with snow and frost.
Is there a change in human being,
Or is it the humanity fleeing?
We are happy with snow and frost.
Is there a change in human being,
Or is it the humanity fleeing?
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