: My Village: Poem by Prabir Gayen

My Village

You are in my soul,
Your air water and fire,
O my Mother village,
I am made of your soil,
Your loving Joy nourished me,
Your green field soothed me,
Your birds, clouds and trees;
Your people innocent and mild,
I am grateful to all of them,
You made me peaceful with song
You made me rich with grandeur.

My village is a heaven,
The morning breeze and the Sun,
The mellowing Noon and the soft Moon,
The afternoon and evening, full of love, Joy and majesty,
Full of life and painful with richness beyond words,
The soothing quietness and mild music from morn to night,
Warm days and cold night,
Full of winds, rains and autumn,
Beauty of Joy to beauty of silence,
A village of Love, Joy and Life.

@prabir Gayen; 23/04/20; 7: 53 AM.