THE LAND THAT WAS LOST
A Story Of Tribal People Of Jharkhand
The land was green and the people were new, they used to live in groups of few...
The people called the jungle their home, for it was full of animals and was a boon...
They used to hunt, they used to feed but they never took more than their need...
They used to farm and sow rice, the jungles developed and the people thrived...
They danced, they lounged, they made merry for it was the festival of Sarhul and there was nothing to worry. They gathered in the village and shard all their joys and sorrows...
Then one day came a man from the city, he showed them riches and they got greedy...
They dreamt of cars, they dreamt of bunglows and gave up their land for a better tomorrow...
They packed their things and took their cattle, happily moving towards their future. There was not a thing that they bothered with all the money that they had gathered...
The city seemed different, of course the concrete jungle was not what they hoped. They put on a smile and started anew.
Very soon they released, What they had lost was never to be found. The masters had become slaves. The beauty was replaced. sadly there was no going back only their memories ached...
