Gotavala by ANAND YADAV

The farmstead looked as if it was unwell… Everything looked barren dash; not a single tree, nor anthill, nor an outcrop… How would cattle come there, or any children? Come on! Enough is enough. Better not stay here any longer. Let me gather all that is mine and move, From one moor, to another. Looking for a farmstead. There is nothing here to hold me back.