Sunday 9 September 2012


To the village, the serene, the sweet
To my mother's home , the lonely ,the calm
To the riverside where narrow paths meet
To the hills where wind blows warm

A traveler, jubilant, amazed and curious
A blessed pilgrim, a solitaire
Away from city,crowded,so dense
Away from all pressures not fair.

There embraces gentle breeze
Nature spreads green canopy
Birds chirp around, jasmine blossoms
And marvellous rainbows adorn the sky.

There it rains over the fields
Where seedlings of paddy gently grow.
There it snows on the tips of grass
And embellished when sunrays glow.