The morning was quite, birds were chirping on the trees
Sun was bright, stream water trying to break the paths to hose the dry roots
Women getting ready to go for the daily forest produce collections,
Men ready for the months harvests,
With the sound of bulldozer the birds stopped chirping
The roof, the walls, the windows of the mud houses got dismantled
The trees got uprooted, the streams got dried
The sobs of children, women & the old
Screams to leave the remains of the dead buried underneath
The wounds so painful, the scars so deep
The morning was quite, birds were chirping on the trees
There used to be a beautiful village here…
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