All have gone to the fields
All are singing their songs
The sky is a blue canvas under which
The folks have gathered and from the
Fleeting clouds the glowing sun hangs
All are in merry making
All are smiling and happy
This year the yield of crops is good
And the cattle have grown in numbers
The trees are tall, make a dark canopy
No one is going to towns and cities
To seek work, earn and live in joy
They have all what they need in life
Parents are not left alone in old ages
No one is going to let my village die
2. As the poet dreams, let us hope for a day, when the living conditions in villages improve and agriculture is sustainable, so that people prefer to stay in villages ….
India lives in its villages, so it is said. But, in between, the living conditions in the villages grew poorer, with agriculture non-sustainable. So people started to migrate from villages to towns and cities.
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A beautiful and far reaching poem, of simple success that brings peace and happiness to most. A pleasure to read. Enjoyed!