My Birthplace Poem by S.D. TIWARI

All over in farms
bloomed yellow mustered flowers
as gold flakes scattered in fields

Dew drops on the leaves
as studded silvery pearls
chilly and serene winter

Bathing in rivers
juicy delicious mangoes
the unforgettable taste

Smiling lush green trees
season’s fruit laden orchards
juicy sweet sweating summer

Water logged in fields
croaking sound of the toads
ocean came walking itself

Small water animals
loved watching fishes and frogs
floating paper boats in ponds

Colourfull spring flowers
mainly roses and marigold
bloomed broadly in the gardens

Welcomed waiving hands
under its wealthy shadow
in cool breeze the ‘Peepal’ tree

With wind tall bamboos
danced and filled sweetness in ears
resonating flute music

Yearned to live and die
in that Indian village womb
but the fate was not so good