The Sky Above May Kiss the Grass
The village air is pristine, filtered and non polluted.
It is from all the germs, diseases and bacteria disinfected.
The country folks are simple, natural, serene and beautiful.
They are unaffected by ego, vanity but are truly cheerful.
God made the country and man made the town
Man made the town but the industries have
turned them artificial, selfish and only to groan
villagers are strangers to the hustle and bustle.
And many a worry of modern mechanical
metropolitan life, the jostle and tussle.
They live in the soothing silence of rural solitude.
Hospitality and charity is their warm attitude
They can digest whatever they dine.
At the daybreak they wake up fresh, fit and fine
They know what true exertion, true appetite,
true satisfaction and true sleep is.
They the various reveries and sounds
of nature do not miss.
The cock's clarion, the hum of grinding stones
the tinkle of farm bells.
The splash of waters, rustle of leaves,
the lowing of cows and the chime of temple bells.
It is a pleasure to listen to the whispering
wind and to see the golden rising sun
The laughing flowers, the evening shadows
lengthening and the crimson setting sun
The humble dwellings are built of clay and
thatched with cornstalks and hay,
No wonder the yokel here are content,perky,joyous and gay.
Blessed are those who enjoy the village life's pleasures.
Machines and industries have made man
mechanical without any measure.
The sky above may kiss the grass
Astounded by the ethereal beauty of the village life.
Copyright © Gargi Saha | Year Posted 2008
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