First, when I went there,
I was totally unaware,
Not knowing about anything,
I was just wondering.

There was just greenery like i saw in ooty,
And the farmers were busy, performing their duty.
The air was fresh and the water was clean,
In front of this, the city was borin'.

I saw fron the window, some hardworking womens,
No signs of having the lazy demon,
The children were running and dancing and playing,
No signs of tireness, as they werent human beings.

The next morning when i woke up,
I heard the birds chirping, and not the traffic chokeup,
they ate the food which was simple and tasty,
Not like the cities, fastfood and pastry.

To quench their thirst, they had to walk miles,
not like the city men, who get water with files.

The cities are dirty and the village is clean,
The cities are dry and the village is green,
The cities are boring and the village is interesting.,
In front of village, city is a bean.

By now, it was time to leave,
But all these memories, I will surely weave.
I was sad, but i had to,
My lovely village, i will miss you.

From the village, I have learnt a lot,
Like, be happy from what you have got,
Be satisfied, be happy and work hard,
Till your life, goes on apart.....

Poets:-
@JanviPanchal
@Bondness
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