My Village
Miles away my village
Through rocky thorny way, yet
I love going there
Across the farm greens
Caressing thin coarse leaves
I love going there
Wading the slimy mud
Slashing in shallow river beds
I love going there
Chasing butterflies
Taunted by honeybees
I love going there
Warbling pastorals
Chartered on a bullock-cart
I love going there
poem by Sathya Narayana
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