Beside the city
River is running to meet sea,
Mountain for touching sky,
Bee for taking honey
Birds are flying high.
Snail on the leave of tomatoes
Sucking flower glaring butter fly,
Numberless cricket coming far off
Burning and one by one die.
Green fields full of crops,
Canal dancing near by,
Jumping monkeys in the water
Paddy fields, hovering on dragonfly,
Melodious songs of shepherded,
Bleating of seep grazing nearby,
Burning fire siting around,
Touching rosy lips tea and pie,
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Well written poem, vibes of village and organic environment Beside from the town, the relation of insects and plants, the taste of home tea.. keep it on...
thanks