BARRICADED LAND

Where have those days gone?


Those days of ecstasy


When the wind had melody


And the trees had chirpings.


 


Those trees still seem to call me


They call me in a world left barricaded


Those voices echo in my ears


They leave me deaf at times.


 


That stone is still on my mind


Over which we had fought for the first time


Still remember that cliff and grass


Used to stand there till fifth class.


 


I always knew things would change


But never thought they would disappear


No road remained, no memory has changed


Can’t figure out what has brought this change.