A Village's Story Poem by Vaibhav Simha

There was a village, far beyond the waterfall.
Houses built on the wet but stable soil;
People do relax, but most of the time, they toil.
Children do enjoy, in the heavy but gentle rainfall.

Men guard their houses by providing their heart's wall,
Women guard their husbands' dear children in the protected wall.
All the people toil in their work, but we, the city men, just work on the net
While the farmers dear, expose their hands to cuts and mud wet.

They spend time, socially near, instead of using the destructive social sites.
They don't use coolers, instead, they sleep outside the nights;
We do eat their carefully grown food, but we do laugh at their profession.
Did we ever think, how much we harm the nature, by using our vehicles as an addiction?

But they don't, they walk and keep themselves fit
While we think, we are rich and have a better wit.
But don't forget, the lamps they lit
And their hard work to fill up our tummy's pit.

Now people, do you really think we are better?
Better than the people who feed animals fodder.
All we can do is respect them, help them
And raise the thought of unity which shall increase our nation's integrity.