Hans Raj Sharma


Native - Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

No difference
Be it
Sweet planet
The earth
Native land or
In rural India
My birth place
My quaint village
On the bank of
Sutlej Lake
In the vale
Where lived
My forefathers
And later
I with my parents
With very few
Needs of food
And shelter
Water and clothes
The rest used to
Be exchanged
Amongst
Village flocks
The richest
And happiest
Life every way
Without being so.

In the corner
Of a leafy-thick
Forest
Full of beasts
Fighting
Akin to them
Singing and dancing
The vagaries too
Thereof -
The time and weather
Be it there
Yet in peaceful
Co-existence
Lived and rose up
In concert with
The villagers and
All of us as
Brothers and sisters
Played and planned
Decided and did
Together every thing
Making countless
Castles in the air.

Today no money
Can buy back
Those splendid
Memories of my
Pastoral native land.

-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India

Topic(s) of this poem: rural


Poet's Notes about The Poem

life in a rural Indian village.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 6, 2015



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