The difference

I stand on the lump of the hill

Overlooking the stream

That divides the valley

On my side is a small hamlet

the home of a few inhabitants

on the other side is haven.

The hamlet looks bright at night

Like the twinkling of the stars.

cars zoom along the newly paved road.

I turn around and look at my side;

Alas! All I can find is-

the smell of smoke from hearth

the kerosene lamps flickering at night

The narrow path of more than three decades

Nothing has changed.

What happened to my side of hamlet?

Where are those promised changes?