Distant in the remote village
I see an old man
Farming through the burrows
And sweating to the Peace
Dreamy are his tranquil eyes
Perhaps with a long cherished
Dream come true
All around he looks
To make sure
He has fulfilled all his desires
Seems perfect in the evening of his life
To gather what he ever cared
Towards the Banyan tree
Just by the farm, he is burrowing
He looks very often
With a caring and protecting concern
As he gets the same with love
From an old lady- his Lady Love
Fallen pieces of life yet constructing together
1 comment:
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