That lone man stands alone in the middle of all that nature. He looks at the mountain, the sheeps, the cows. He looks at the train passing by. He wonders what might befall,
If he ever chooses to just live by. If he too decides on a holiday, decides to go off to a far away land. Where he can toil in the rickshaw, and gaze at the seas, sell vegetables and live without a relief.
Imagine the loss if this care taker of these endless stretches of land, abandons all of god’s wealth and goes in the search of his mansion planned!
Dreaming away his city dreams, someone warn him it will be toxic all that he breathes.
A seed of desire if what kills a man, someone tell him that he already owns god’s land.