On the way to village

The field of green and serene

Where the unadulterated love was seen.

The birds catches egg in the nest

While the farmers plough and harvest 

The road with grooves and mound

And the river flows with a burbling sound.

Laden with tiny and brown shack

While the ducks sounding quack quack.

The cattle were reared by the cowboy

While the children swing over branches with joy.

The place with care and amour

And sans pollution and clamour .

The flawless place where the nature is compiled

Which every time enliven the innate child...