Our village does lie under the vast blue sky
By the side of a stream, picturesque is green
With widespread cornfields, full of golden yields
Full of peace and dream, full of love and esteem
Village Inhabitant, laborers or the small peasants
Live and stand on a few acres of farming land
For generations after generations by cultivation
With no big ambition, livelihood simple and grand
Birds twitter around, crickets make teen.e.e… sound
Under the shadow of a mango groove, you happen to sit if
Under the Nature’s care, in cool atmosphere, you can share
The ecstasy; you may feel as if, you’re a complete deaf
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Beautiful imagery of village painted.