The river
The
beautiful river
Flowing eastwards
through my village
Still awaits
for me …
When the
bell of the temple
Situated on
its bank rings
River cries
for me
O! river
My dear
river
You are my
childhood mate
I spend hrs
& hrs
On your
sandy slopes
Looking at
you
Hearing the
music of silence…
Those trees
of
Mango, Neem,
Mahua
Plum, Wood
apple and Black Plum
Still
standing and waiting
With flowers
& fruits
Since the
time I left them
For my own
selfishness…
The mother
earth produces
Grains,
pulses, vegetables & sugar canes
Waits for me
To come and
enjoy
The gifts of
the nature…..
The tracks
and the streets
Are waiting
to greet me
With soft
clay
Where I
played & played
Rode the
cycle and fell
Umpteenth times…
Those fields
of
Wheat,
gramm, pea & mustered plants
Painted in
the green and yellow
Waving their
arms
For me to
come back
Share their
happiness, grief & sorrow
Share their
experience
Of droughts
& floods
To be with
them
In summer
and winter
All of them
waiting
For me since
I left them
And came to
city
To earn my
bread & butter…
I still
remember you
My village
With all
fondness and love
You are
I miss you
every day
Because you
are the one
Who created
me
Who molded me
In to what
I am today
I love you
my village…
I love you too
much …!
‘naman’
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