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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem