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.