Poetry

My Village

Walking to the village,

Crossing farmland and foliage.

Enjoying the beauty of nature,

No worries about future.

 

Village with a striking scene of plain,

Calm and breathtaking environment again,

Charming and incredibly beautiful,

Surrounded by people faithful.

 

A house painted in brown,

With betel nut plant all around.

Far away from pollution,

Revitalizing the population.

 

Without alarms and clocks,

Arouse by the sound of cock.

Toiling in the farm,

Sweats on forehead and blisters on palm,

 

Dwelling in the village,

Covered with green silage.

Alluring land of plain,

With the rhythm of rain,

And splash in the drain.

 

                                                     ~ Purna Bdr Chhetri

                                                            Bhutan

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