My childhood in the remote village
in that deep forest, calls me even today
songs of unsoiled rivers still ring in my ears
O! Behold those dames of 'Bhil' with my eyes
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Excellent poem displaying your affinity with the roots inspite of ur migration to a city far away from the birth place. Is the poem autobiographical?