On The Bank Of The River

Playing with the dust,

Breathing the fresh air,

Swimming in the river,

I became an Adonis 

From a child.

Plucking flowers from marigold

To pelting the mango of the mango tree,

I matured to the immatureness of life.

The village gave its every essence for my happiness.

Traditions and customs 

That it made compulsory united inhabitants irrespective of caste 

And religion.

Ploughing the field with cattle,

Milking the cow,

Playing with the calf,

Drinking water from the pots were the jobs I used to accomplish with ease.

No tension,

Was the given mantra.

In the night, mother village used to send breeze to cuddle me while asleep 

On the bank of the river was the richest gift of my life