My Village Poem by Upendra Majhi

My Village



After my retirement, I will go back to my native village, to its
evening darkness, where I am fully insulated from sorrows.
The anti-sorrow vaccine that its crescent moon, morn fog, songbird,
and festivals had put in me is still active.The golden rice fields
that get doubly gold in the slanted rays of afternoon gold sun is still vivid in my memory.The waterbird that is late to return home and alone parting company with his friend is all vivid in my memory.The winter bonfire, summer breeze, the dust storm and friends, old hindi film songs and listening partners, are all
vivid in my memory.The real dark sky of midnight and the nebulous
starred portions, the falling stars are all in my memory.

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