An Afternoon In Our Village

Poem By dipak adhya

An afternoon in our village

Rolling the wheels my cycle goes on
In the afternoon amidst the village
It knows each lane and alley
It knows where to stand
It knows what to see
Only I sit on its seat as a driver
And look what's there

The meadows are green with paddy - leaves
White herons are in search of fish
The sound of wind blows
And goes as far as my eyes
Unto the horizon
The smoke of brick - field
Turns into clouds with a blink
And a sweet smell of
Vaantiful makes everything magical
Evening descends
My cycle returns home
And a heart stays there still
Oh! What a surprise!
The heart looks like me!

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