Arbindra Man Singh

My home and I, and your roads
Day by day, I become smaller
While you grow leaps and bounds
Crushing and pushing me to the side
You have invaded my space with pride

My home and I, and your roads
Feeding on my fear
You keep growing 
Where flowers once used to bloom 
And trees swayed in the gentle breeze 
Now, there is a mad rush of vehicles 
Just the sight of which fills me with gloom 

My home and I, and your roads

You call it development
I ask, for what good and for what purpose? 
Without compensation, I have lost all my investment
My hard work lies in rubbles on the streets

My home and I, and your roads
I feel harassed and lost 
But you say this is for the greater good

So, my home is now yours
I’m forced to call your road my home

 
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