A True Home
It's not a city but a village; in dazzling charm stands,
Shani shinganapur in India dwells in God's hands;
Fishes converse in crystal streams; blooms and herbs in romance,
Birds play with monkeys; coconuts and palms in soft breeze dance...!
No crime; no police; no law court; elders correct the young;
No words or anger anyone hears from anyone's tongue;
No doors; hence, no locks; people freely go out and come back;
No thieves and scoundrel force; humanity treads through truth-track...!
A guest in this heaven on earth, I felt more than at home;
Felt each one serve the other, like bees in a honeycomb;
I feel homesick; relish its glimpses; my thirst unquenched, yet,
I pray till I leave this planet, may this be my hamlet...!!!
19 December 2022
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Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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