In the green valley, between two hills
Nurturing that severe pain of a sting
Falling in love with unknown soul
On the bank of a vast wild-lake.
The lady with a lantern-
Because, there wasn't electricity
People wou'd hardly believe the story
Can't even digest a village
Village without electricity-
Believe or not, the factual truth.
There hadn't been a pen or paper
No words, so meaningful to express
But, a language so unique easy and rich
That everyone fails to carry-
All those emotions and feelings
Pets, used to follow and understand.
That was the beauty of the day
Nothing for anything, one had to pay
Where, youths travelled happy and gay.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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