All villagers are rich
pelican air sustain them
blue canopy hold imaginations
field and river nurse the souls.
Nature holds them as new mother
the woods make societies.
They move in straight lines,
feed cities by gems of earth and water.
Like inspiration behind success
they become invisible forces
to move us from today to tomorrow
in a hope cart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem