Let's Not Be Blank Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

My village is beautiful.
Love, you will love it literally
There are rivers and sandy dunes across there
Southern core of my village situates green fields
Agriculture area adds beauty
Eastern side is accompanied by another village
And some sandy ups and downs
North is covered by another sandy series
And when we just cross it, and walk a km ahead
There is beautiful, lush, green lake
The lack where we used to swim in our childhood
Where we used to sing in water,
Boys of my village and I would visit there
Our parents would forbid us
Not to go there
We might drown there
But we were kids, and we were so free
I miss that time,
Lord, I really miss that romance
when the dreams were pure,
and the desires were highly grand
We would interrupt the beat of time
As if the time was ours
All over to us...
It was a beautiful beginning
It was a heartfelt history
And you know what
history is what wears you;
It makes you and takes you higher
I cannot explain it
I am not good at writing
I just let myself flow
Either to all the while
And everywhere
Or not all
And to nowhere
I am very into all the details
Details that entail emotions,
that carry poetry
And the depths
Poetry of the present,
and the paintings from past,
I just forgot the western location
In my village's west side is spread another village
Peopled, populated, and not that bad
What goes into the inmost of you
What touches you the most,
It's your own voice
Your wish
And your yearn to reach you
and be damned to the own dance
while not ignoring the upcoming waves
Hey, let us grow here with all the grace
Let us not be blank,
Untoned, robotic, styled,
Breathe,
Relax, and by comrades!