In my village, is my soul, ha!
Its my peace to see, in my heart.
Have in my memories fresh each time,
15 days, each sunday, each time.
Unmeasured the land property, mind free,
Fields that green this hand this way.
Innumerable roads, trodden by people,
Bikes, cars and tractors, put aside to play.
Home topped high, visible far apart,
Old things alive to complete life.
Gave birth to big hearts, still proving,
For the hands of grands is on our heads.
Its me a successor, i know, things got to do,
Essence of whom shall fragrance once again!
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