Parched fields,
rusted farm fences,
forlorn stone
and mud-thatched houses.
Rotting scarecrows
everywhere,
except the dancing squirrels
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Chapakot Bamdi preparing to initiate homestay facilities
nothing moves.
Danuwar communities
that once pulsed life
atop these plains
have been swallowed
by the cavernous city mouths
and the half-baked Arab dreams.
Where shops and stores
once stood,
only the forgotten
dreams and the ghosts
of long dead
ancestors remain.
And somewhere
in the undulating tide
of grass and grit
rests one man’s integrity,
his chance to reckon
with an unsettled history.
