An 'Ode' To Village Poem by Mula Veereswara Rao

The soil of the village
touched my soul
with ancient scent!

In the center of village
there is a temple
enveloped by flowers
of purple,
with ample fragrance

Besides temple,
a lake
stirred by silent ripple

In the temple
there is a chariot
in which lies god's
portrait!

Festival season
bestows chariot
to streets!

Chariot with might thread
treads into streets
with sandal fragrance
and pious caravan
in the early dawn

Green plants in the fields
bowed heads with their booty
likes brides shows their shy beauty!

The school
still echoes village
teacher murmurs,

In the night
village withdrew
into silence
under sky's stillness
stars hanging from invisible
black tree like pearls
thrown by naughty moon!

Village is an 'ode'
in the god's abode