What a beautiful name …
From birth to death…
It gave us our identity and fame…
Our small village….
What a beautiful name…
It showed us the path to live in this world…
Come, let us learn about the village’s story, its history…
The tales of festivals, harvest, and village deity…
Let’s ask and understand what memory yields.
Ask the grandmothers and grandfathers, uncles and the elders….
How did they see the village they lived in?
When they played in the dust and grime?
When was it born…? Who gave it its name…?
Who were the first settlers, and from where did they come?
What was their caste, and what was their faith?
How many rivers, ponds, and streams?
Forests, hills, and pathways….
What creatures, insects, flowers, and vines?
Once lived beneath these ancient pines?
How many castes and faiths lived side by side?
How did they live in those days?
Who were the rich who lived with grace?
And what remains of the poor man’s trace?
Temples, mosques, churches, gurudwaras – all stand,
Schools and health in this land.
How did justice flow? How did they teach?
What did the farmers preach?
So many lives once lived here –
Why did the forests disappear?
Why did the potter’s wheel stop spinning?
Why did the weaver’s thread stop singing?
How many seeds were stored in the granary’s keep?
Are they still alive… or do we weep?
What happened to the…
Lost food and cuisines?
Has that bond been lost in chains?
Shall we promise, hand in hand?
To bring back the lost beauty of our land?
Let us build a new history bright –
And the whole world will smile in light again…
And the whole world will smile in light again…
Our small village….
What a beautiful name …
From birth to death…
It gave us our identity and fame…
Our small village….
What a beautiful name…
It showed us the path to live in this world…
