My Village

I come from a village,

Where we stay as one large family.

We have our own traditions and heritage

Together we lead a life, calmly.

 

The bright rays of sunlight,

Make it perfect for us to play.

But when the rain falls at dim light,

We make paper boats to float and sway!

 

When we’re sad, or happy,

When we’re excited about a newfound myth,

When we find something a little trash,

We always have someone to share it with.

 

My village is filled with wonders

Landscapes that leave your senses numb.

It has the kindest people and no blunders.

I will always be proud to say it is where I come from.

 

But it’s all a little lost now,

The sun still shines, the rain still pours

But the loneliness of the meadow, now

Hangs tensely in the air outside closed doors.

 

More and more leave the place till today.

Perhaps, one day they will return to the village.

Come back to the path that never let them stray.

I hope they bring back the colours of the village.