Janapada
Loka - I saw my village in imitation.
Lies outcast
in the vicinity of my city!
Hordes of
city folks arrive here to know
That
simplicity marks the rich art and rich craft of artless folks.
Hail the visionary and the founder who roamed
relentlessly
Across the directions of the land - a repository of
many worlds within
That create diversity of art, culture and heritage
On crossing every few miles.
Villages are
Nature’s treasures - legacies of the past.
Art, music,
dance and lifestyle here are the influences of Nature.
Varying
geographical features shape variety of minds
Who glorify
the existence in every measure.
When I see the copies of rustic life here, my heart
ceases;
It gets heavier, for I grew imbibing this peaceful order.
These exquisite works in stills bring back my lost
paradise.
I wonder if I can relive the life in my memories’
corner.
Time keeps
rolling while changes are in a hurry
In pursuit
of more modern pleasures
Amid our
troubled and tested times.
We are desperate
to buy back innocence and peace.
The bleached beauty of our modern city
Has its roots in the dusty ruts of our hamlets.
Change is common; let us admit in reality.
However, cherish the innocent gifts of existence.
This folk
museum strikes a chord in you, conjures up a world
You tend to
relive or live for its simplicity and grace.
Though
motors just out on the highway zoom,
Time inside
travels slowly backwards and inwards.
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