My Vengurla

A small village where I was born,
I woke up To see many dawns
The roads were so rough,
the breeze so cold
Embracing those memories,
For long, I could not hold.

I dreamed in the dawn
To be an ‘artist’,
Despite my conditions
Did not let me flourish.
And here you see what I have drawn
My New beginning, Hope in the Dawn.