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I Want to Go Back to My Roots

Umesh is a freelance writer contributing his creative writings on varied subjects in various sites and portals in the internet.

Preface

A person after completing his education generally leaves his native place for making a career and earn money and usually settles down in some other place where conducive environment for making a career and growth exists. Some of these people who are from a small remote town or village often remember their childhood stage and the nostalgic beauty of their small towns or villages. This poem is an effort to show the feelings of a person who has attained prosperity in the city but his or her mind is always there in the memories of his native place and long for its simple and easy going environment. Incidentally, one of my younger brothers Dr R P Bhatt often shows his yearnings and this type of affinity for our hometown situated far away amid the serene and beautiful hills in the Himalayan foothills and I was actually inspired to write this small creative piece based on his occasional exclamations. I obviously dedicate this poem to him only.

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I want to go back to my roots

I want to go back to my roots now,
A remote distant village in the serene hill valleys.
Its no place for me, this artificial world,
I want to play childhood games in my village alleys.

I am not happy in this jungle of concrete,
Where human emotions are of no value indeed.
I long to go back to my native place now,
To enjoy the simple, easy life with good deeds.

Decades gone, I left that heavenly abode,
Made a career, became prosperous in worldly ways.
Didn't know when I turned old through all that,
Prosperity I gained was in lieu of my hair greys.

What I became finally an old man in the metro,
Searching for the identity, through criss-cross lanes.
I have lost completely the vigour of my life in this,
Relentlessly following wealth and health pains.

I am alone here though people think me a socialite,
It is secret that I only know my sufferings and my plight.
I want to fly deep in the sky like a flemingo,
Something akin to small and whispering rivulets flow.

I want to go back to my roots now,
A remote distant village in the serene hill valleys.
Its no place for me, this artificial world,
I want to play childhood games in my village alleys.

Endnote

Some people have great liking and affinity for their hometown and they show it through various manifestations in their behaviour. Not everyone is like that. Those who yearn for it sometimes visit and stay there to rekindle the old memories. Believe me that is sometimes a great fun. One can avail this great source of joy anytime in his life. It is worth trying to go there and stay for some time and recreate that old aura of happiness.

Hometown

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