I move from farm house to city apartment,
the night sky turns a beggar,
low key songs of crickets and owls
erase city heartbeats.
City buys speed for anxiety
and comfort by trading self.
In village I have a tractor and plenty of leisure,
open-hearted friends and neighbors abhor vacuum.
Lamps of Aladdin are showcase items in city
life gets a pair of specs with bifocal lens.
City dazzles the eyes of village
and village walks to meet the city.
22nd. Oct.2016
The life of village is far from unwanted troubles.....Short and nice poem.
Thank you. The village people live with nature and love their surrounding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting contrast, Sumit. Funny how we are attracted to both.
Thanks. You have rightly said, we adjust to surroundings.