Where The Earth And City Part Poem by ashok jadhav

I stood one day between two roads,
One led to fields, one led to stone;
The city called with hurried feet,
The meadow breathed a softer tone.
The fields spoke low in rustling grain,
Of patient days and star-lit rest;
The city flashed its towers high
And promised fire within the chest.
In nature's path, the river flowed
Uncounted hours, unbought, unchained;
In city streets, the clocks ran fast,
And time was sold and closely weighed.
The sparrow sang for simple joy,
The tree stood rich in humble shade;
The city's lights outshone the stars
And taught the night to be afraid.
Here hearts grew calm with earth and rain,
And sorrows healed in open air;
There minds grew sharp, yet spirits tired,
And silence learned to hide from care.
I walked awhile in iron lanes,
Where faces passed yet none were known;
I turned again to field and sky,
Where even solitude felt home.
Let cities rise with restless might,
Let progress shape its towering art;
Yet still the earth keeps ancient truth—
That peace grows slow, and feeds the heart.