My Typical Village Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My village
By the riverside,
Standing against heat and dust
With the sun-baked mud-houses
And the thatched roofs
By the river
Which used to dry
As was a highland river.

Without he school, the post-office
And the shops,
The village used to be,
A handful of houses
And thinly populated,
A mass of hunger and poverty,
Most of them agricultural farmers.

A typical Indian village
Where the people used to be in the dark
Without even the candle lights,
Used to sleep early,
Asking the name of the Naga-Devata, the Cobra-God,
They used to live,
Sometimes alone on the farmland.