Voices of Gone Ones (A Romantic Song)

Rajasir

In my village, down the paths so old,
Echoes of stories the elders once told,

Winding roads where my dreams unfold,
In the trodden ways, memories bold.

Through the fields, the whispers I hear,
Voices of gone ones I once held dear,

Each step I take, the past draws near,
In the air, their laughter rings clear.

Rustic gates swing, tales retell,
Of times past, in my heart they swell,

In this village, where memories dwell,
Of the elders gone, their legacy compels.