The grass still turns brown in namma Maidanahalli, it's only me who can't see it changing colours.
The winter sun still changes hues as it sets over namma Maidanahalli, it's only me who can't see it disappearing.
The rocks and hills around namma Maidanahalli still guide the distant villagers reach their homes, its only me who has lost sight of them.
The migrant harriers still spend their nights in the calm open spaces of namma Maidanahalli, its only me who doesn't have wings to fly in from distant lands.
The good old forest guards and watchers still keep an eye on the visitors to namma Maidanahalli, it's only my eyes that can't meet theirs.
It's only me who can't see namma Maidanahalli...
Notes:
'Namma': Kannada for 'our'
Harriers are birds of prey that migrate in winter and roost usually on open ground in grasslands.
