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Poetry : In My Village ⬆️
Poetry : In My Village ⬆️
Us friends and relatives
walked step by step
and came to own house.
When rainbow-colored sky
is overhead...
After mixing the chili & salt with the rice
Grandmother just calls to eat.
Us friends and relatives
Eat a plate of rice together.
We sit on the raft of banana leaves
We just sing with our hearts out.
We friends and relatives
Live in the hostel
We feel a lot of things
Yet so much remains.
Leaving the bounds of the rules
we turn here & there
Sometimes with a reel in hand
we fly kites around the field.
Mother says angrily
Oh, you are crazy & mischievous
Grandfather smiles with a toothless face
then he pulls the snuff into his nose.
Hey listen,
here is such a funny country
Wren drango, wagtail, martin, parakeet
all birds dance on the tree branch.
If you want to come to this village
go to Google Maps
Find me...
by the small village river.
The firefly lights up at night
on the high branch of a bamboo garden
Come here, see all these scenes
by hand in hand.
In my small golden village
on the narrow way
How many stories happen
every day...
.
[ N. B -
Snuff may refer to Snuff (tobacco), fine-ground tobacco, sniffed into the nose Moist snuff or dipping tobacco Creamy snuff, an Indian tobacco paste Snuff. ]
