BY DR. RAM SHARMA, MEERUT, INDIA
Fragrance of the earth
Leading me towards the path
Where only love and love prevails
Everyone buys love and none sells
Participation of each in all the festivals , sorrows or joys
Cows ,bulls and agricultural toys
Sometimes sitting in the circle around the fire
Sometimes hanging on the boughs of the trees
Sometimes collecting the flowers to throw
In everyone`s orchard , only happiness to grow
Sometimes sitting together on Chaupal , to see jugglers show
My village—My India—I miss you
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