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A Village I Live in: A poem by Shamsul Haq

A stroll around the still riverside
Morning breeze and mellow sunshine
The hazy hedges dotting narrow lanes
Sporadic meadows speak emerald time
A nondescript village where I live in!
Homes with thatched roofs packed with peace
It opens floodgates of gaiety, a message eternal
Frail walls of old abodes with narratives abound
Many-hued rustic settings, quite quintessential
A nondescript village where I live in!
A tired tiller recounts daily loss and gain
Frolic kids everyday squeak with delight
The womb of night resonates with sweet lullabies
In the pitch dark, a preacher sees God’s light
A nondescript village where I live in!
It’s the hamlet that’s groomed me
I’ve collected umpteen nuggets of life
A new dimension so far, yet I’m rooted to it
It has given me a green go, a smooth glide
Its serenity has lessened my daylong strife
A nondescript village where I live in!