Sarsara the New Fable
Life is like a flower this does blossom ever.
Visiting such a nice village I forget never.
So much of love you give I cannot compare.
I am much thankful, oh Sarsara as you care.
Air gives freshness, soil feels new breeze,
Standing in your lap, I see ever green trees.
Please you tell me fable, I am very stable,
Cable of love ties us, I see mirror on table.
Able I am by your bless to stand near you,
Oh Sarsara! Wisdom you give is pure new.
Dew of new dawn adores joy of the dusk,
Busk I hear in street, it greets giving musk.
Husk, removing from fruit you give sweet,
Eat, we eagerly, we are fortunate to meet.
Beet you offer, you offer roots and crops,
Farmers are ever happy getting rain drops.
Stops, a visitor to see, your beauty more,
Door is opened of my heart you are in core.
Store I memory, feeling lucky is sun light,
God is graceful, he makes our lives bright.
© Pintu Mahakul, 11 September 2016. All rights reserved.
My Note: Sarsara pronounced as Sar-Sa-raa is name of a village and meaning of Sarsara is union of soul with God. This poem is written as a tribute to villagers and village Sarsara situated in Western part of Bonai Sub-division of Sundargarh district in Odisha state of India.
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