Village Beauty Poem by Rizwana Sultana

When the rice fields whisper,
And the kids play and laugh,
Glancing at a cow or bull,
Or a cute timid calf,
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

The sturdy ebullient bamboo trees,
Standing straight and erect,
And the dead leaves littered,
Adding a grandiose effect,
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

I wander in the fields,
When I suddenly find,
A rabbit emerging from the bushes,
Attracting my lost mind.
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

The graceful white egrets,
Perched on the cows' backs,
When they are grazing,
Beside the dried grass' stack,
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

On the tree-tops,
The weaver birds' nests hung,
Knitted and stitched finely,
And on the ground, the cow-dung.
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

The snakes crawling and scurrying,
On the soft soil,
Searching for their prey,
From dawn to dusk, they toil,
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

The cracked barren earth,
Springs to life when watered,
And its dryness,
To fresh green, is altered.
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.

Even a tractor or a snake-hole,
Or a partridge or a hen,
Or a small, tiny pest
In the fields hidden,
Everything does add beauty,
To the village life.