ODE TO MY VILLAGE.

ODE TO MY VILLAGE. 

                 A F  EKBAL. 

                 

Don't let my village 

Be an advanced city, 

Let stay as it is 

Don't snatch its identity.  

Years have passed 

When came out

In search of livelihood, 

Still my heart is bonded with 

My charming villagehood ! 

Here, in this wide municipality 

In this petty house;

Of course getting the bread 

But staying alike the mouse ! 

During this journey of life  

Don't know somewhere have lost 

My widened rural heart 

May be for the earnest dream-cost ! 

What I thought forwarding 

Feel now otherwise stepdown, 

Have lost the uninterrupted 

Freeness, find myself locked down!  

Here haven't a house 

Just having a house number, 

Where finite all your feelings 

Your vigilance your slumber !  

Here in town 

Neither I am recognized and known, 

Having all the enlightened neighbors  

But none is my own ! 

Recollect all my old people 

In my age-old village native, 

Hadn't the ornamental employment 

Yet all are all-round active ! 

In my village mornings do not mourn 

Parallel always is the sun-beam , 

Not alike the metros 

Where indebted it seem ! 

Storytelling afternoons are so pity 

Everyone expresses himself there,  

Parents are not burden in village 

Know the children, how to take care !

Calling animals and children

Easily remove the heat of the village, 

Here in cities 

All are being boiled of in the cage ! 

Bubblement of small river 

Indicate the season- summer or rain,

Cuckoos bring in village domain 

The fluorescent spring . 

I know my village is just a village- 

Don't make it the city you, 

Do not take away it's identity  

So much passions there still due ! 

At home I am in a relationship

I am everyone's own, along we dine, 

Someone's son, someone's brother

 Uncle too- all are mine. 

And I'm just something here in the burg 

Dweller of a numbered compartment,

Dear so long paying the taxes 

And depositing the imposed rent !

                        06-10-2021.