The Village Road
The village road
As I walked along the village road,
Past ploughed fields and shady green,
My hopes and heart above soared
When I saw the smile of a child so lean;
In her hands was a little branch of a tree
To guide the goats to their shelter and home ,
From the fields where the buffaloes graze free,
And the little goats with their mothers roam;
Barefoot she ran with her little brother beside ,
As gossiping women on the roadside sat,
The little boy with his eyes so wide,
Saw the world in a haze somewhat;
Children joined and ran along,
She smiled her carefree , shining smile,
The goats pranced, as if dancing to a song,
The village elders gazed all the while;
Far from the mansioned rich she lives and plays,
In rustic lands where sunshine is free,
Her shabby dress is rich in life always ,
Her village the abode of freedom be;
O village road , lead me there
Where humans share with creatures all ,
Poverty melts in the heart so fair;
And blessings of Nature arrive at every call.
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