There's Still A Place

There's still a place

Where families sit together

On the newly cemented or formerly mud-washed floors

With pure water from handpumps or wells

To eat the food cooked and grown with love in the fields where happiness dwells. 

There's still a place

Where people don't need alarms

As the sweet chirping of the birds is enough to wake them up

The first thing they do is to feel the Almighty

And that's why the people working in the scorching sun are no less than an energy hub. 

There's still a place

Where children are still children

And for them taking the blessings of elders is the best thing to start the day

They love running, jumping, climbing, falling and again getting up

Because for them mobile phone is not a thing to play. 

There's still a place

Where hundreds of families celebrate together as one

And people adore natural beauty more than material wealth

Cattles dominate their partially metalled streets

And the vehicles are still less than the people you'll meet. 

There's still a place

Where air is as pure as it was hundreds of years ago

Where night sky is full of stars, not dust

Where the field are filled with lush green crops

And the hearts with feelings of love and peace, not of disgust.