A Village Far Away Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Come to see my village
Where time is caught in a warp
Though it’s not on history’s page
Nor would you find it on a map.
It lies so far from a city
Can be reached by a long walk
There’s no road no electricity
Still we don’t rue our luck.
It’s enough we grow our own food
Toil and till under the sky
Then in the evening come home to brood
In the glow of the dancing firefly.
Here we have no clutter and din
The dazzles of thousand lights
In the dim flicker of burning kerosene
We weave our dreams for the nights.
Our children are happy to play and sing
Pick mangoes from under the tree
Frolicking angels flying on wing
They are as free they can be.
We are content with what we get
From our daily struggle and strife
We don’t complain about our fate
But love our ways of life.