My Village Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY
My Village
Sun is going to sleep,
temples are ready for pray;
birds setoff their nest
as I alone, in the bank of ‘Pampa’
the candles glows, all over the village;
the new sun flows to my eyes,
jingle of bell flows to my ear,
goes me a dew in hot.
The sand where I am now,
hear by heart of those warriors
to fight against the enemies
the fairy-tale, that have no end;
in the vein of river abut on.
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4/19/2024 4:44:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice imagery, a good poem.....