The Old Woman Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Though lonely, though poor
Not lonely was she,
Amidst colorful nature
Calmness and extrinsic beauty.

Farming in the area of land,
Surrounded all around by trees,
Full of smiling flowers,
And noisy birds that tease,

Residing in a cottage,
Small and wee,
Producing her own food,
Growing brinjals, so tiny.

Dressed in a simple sari,
The frail lonely woman,
So amiable and friendly,
Though stranger and unknown person.

Unlike the city folks,
Who are grumpy and aggressive,
How polite and gentle behavior,
Have people, who in village live.

My eyes couldn't stop staring,
At nature's prettiness, I kept glaring,
My sense is lost in birds,
And the cows' herds.

Try making your house perfect,
Even with gold or magic bricks,
The natural flavor it can't bring,
The true melody and musics.